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SONGS, 

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CANTATAS, 
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NUMBER I. 



SONG X. 

THX ATTttOACH OP MAT* 

•ittcn by Mr. Cv^iinin«ham. 

£ Tirgifiy when foften*d by May^ 
Ittendt to the TiUager't vowi § 
rdt fyrcetly bill on the ^pray» 
poplars embrace with theii bonghti 
bright Venoi may reign, 
r*d ioi her beauty above | 
pherdt who dwell on the plain. 
May OS the mother of love. 

he Weft at it wantonly blowf, 
. tephyr carclTea the vine, 
e ftealft a kifs from the rofe, 
willows and woodbines entwine. 
pI^s by the rivulet fide, 
t border the vernal alcove, 
ownward to kifs the foft tide t 
May is (be mother of love. 

ngcs the butterfly's wing, 
utters in bridal array ; 
ark and the linnet now Hng, 
ir mufic is taught them by May s 
Kk-dove, rectufe with her mate, 
:eals her fond blifs in the grove; 
aurmuring, feems to repeat, 
t May is the mother of love* 

iddefs will vifit ye foon, 
firgins be fportive and gay { 
nr pipes, oh ! ye Shepherds, in tune, 
mufic muft welcome the day. 
Damon have Phillis prove kind, 
all bit keen anguifli remove { 
B tell a foft tale, and he*ll &u6p 
i May U thf nothrr of hrt. 



S O N G i|. 

TRt OftlGXN or XNGJLIIR X.XBIITr». 

Written by G. A. Stkyxni. 

ONCE the gods of the Greeks, at ambrofial 
fcaft. 

Large bowls of rich nedar were quaffing ; ' 
Merry Momus,among them, was fat as a gueft, 
. ( Homer 'fays the celeftials lov*d laughing^) 
On each in the fynod the humourift drolPd, 

So none could his jokes difapprove ; 
He fung, reparteeM and fome fmart ftories told* 

And at laft thus began upon Jove. 

** Sire \ Atlas, who long has the unWerfe bore^ 

« Grows gricvoufly tir'd of late i . 
** He fays that mankind are much worfe than 
« before, 
** So he begs to be eas'd of their weight.** 
Jove, knowing the earth on poor Atlu wip 
hurPd, 
From his iboulders commanded the ball, 
Gave his daughter, Attradion, the charge of 
the world^ 
And flie hung it up high in his hall. 

Mifs, pleas*d with the prefent, review*d ihc 
globe round. 
To fee what each climate was worth; 
Like a diamond, the whole with an atmofphere 
bound, 
And flie varioufly planted the earth : 
With filver, gold, jewels, (he India endowed ; 

France and Spain ihe taugh t vineyards to rear ; 
What fuited each clime, on each clime (he b«- 
ftow*d. 
And freedom, /he found, flouri(h*d here. 

Four caidinal Vxitut* ftxt\t.^r. \tv x>k\\\^^> 
As guudian« lu cYvt.\\ftk xY^^ \^vi\'^ 



Vocal magazine. 



The bloflbmi of liberty 'gin then to fmile. 
And EnglKbmen fed on the fruit. 

Thus fed, and thus bred, from t bounty fo rare, 
O preferve it as free as 'twas giT*n ! 

€* We will, while we've breath } nay, we'll grafp 
•« it in death, 
*« Then retarn it untainted to heav*n." 



SONG 3. 

AN BLIGIAC FASTOKAL BALLAD. 

Written by the Editok. 

Y £ fwaina who inhibit the green^ 

Yuu have heard that my Phillida's dead ; 
Jn your looks the fad tidings ate feen. 

And her worth in your grief may be read. 

Oh ! was (be not lovely and fair; 

Has (he fcarce Icf^fuch beauty hshind? 
"And yet what was that to compare 

With the graces which dwelt in her mind ? 

But let me not think of her charms ! 

How I lov*d her my verfe cannot tell : 
Death has fnatch'd her away from my arms i 

With angels, alone, muft ibe dwell. 

In viin do I utter oiy grief; 

ficr lofs the Yvbple world can't fupply : 
Pcath only will give me relief 5 

To him, then, with pleafure I fly. 

,Qh I (hew me the way to my fair; 

Lead me on to the reginni of blifs 1 
And, fure as my love was fmcere, 

I'll praife thee, great vidlor, for this ! 



SONG 4. 

THE KOAST M%TT OP OLD INCLAKD ; A 
CAKTATA. 

Rkcitatite. 

.^'J^Vf A S at the gates of Calais, Hogarth tells, 
Where fad defpair and famine always dwells, 
A meagre Freochmtn^Madam Grandfire't took, 
^s home he fteer'd, his carcafe that way took ; 
Binding beneath the weight of fam'd Sir Loin^ 
On whom he often wi(h*d, id vain, to dine t 
Cood Father Dominick by chance came by. 
With rofy gills, round paunch. And greedy eye ; 
Who, when be firft beheld the greafy load> 
His benedi^ion on if he beflow'd : 
^nd as the folid fat hit fingers prefs'd. 
He lick'd his chaps, and thus the knight ad- 
drefs'd. 

Alt. 

O rare roafV beef! I^'v'd by all mankiod« 
If I were doomM to have thre, 

When drefs'd and garni/h'd to my mindjt 
And fwimming in thy gravy. 

Not ail thy coun!r)'s force corobtn'd 
Should fiom my fury fave thee. 

2\-rown'd Sir Lo:n, oft'Umet decreed 
T'';c thtmt of ingiiOi balJid j 



On thee e'en kings have deign'd to feec 
Unknown to Frenchmen's palate ; 

Then how moch doth thy uftc exceed 
Soisp-me«gre, frogs, and fallad 1 

Recitative. 

A half-flarvM foldier, (hirtlefs, pale an 
Who fuch a (ight before had never feen, 
Like Garrick's frighted Hamlet, gaping 
And gaz'd with wonder on the Bridih t 
His morning's mefs forfook the friend!; 
And in fmall ftreams along the pavemen 
He heav'd a figh, which gave his heart 
And then, in plaintive tone^ declar'd hi 

Aiit. 

Ah, facre diea ! vat do I fee yond 
Dat look fo tempting red and vi 

Begar, ic ii the road beef from Lo 
Oh ! grant to me voo little bite 

But to my guts if you grve no hce 
And cruel fate dis boon denies : 

In kind compaflion unto my plead 
Return, ind let me fead my t) 

Recitative. 

His fellow-guard, of right Hibernian < 
Wbofe brazen front his country did be 
From, Tyburn's fatal tree had hither fl 
By honeft means to gain his daily brea* 
Soon as the well-known profpeA he dc 
In blubb'ring accents dolefully he cry' 

Air. 

Sweet beef, that now caufes my flo 

' riff, 
Sweet beef, &c. 

So taking thy fight ts» 
My joy, that fo light is, 
To view tbee, by pailfuUi runs out of : 

While here I reffiajn> my life's not 

farthing, 
While here, &c. 

Ah, hard-hearted Lnui, 
Why did I come to you ! 
The gallows, more kind, would have 
from ftarving. 

Recitative. 

Upon the ground hard by poor Sawne 
Who ftd his nofe, and fcratch'd his rue 
But when Old England's bulwark he 
His dear lov*d mull, alas ! was throw 
With lifted band he blefs'd his native 
Then f^rubb'd himfelf, and thus be> 
cafe. 

Air. 

How hard, oh ! Sawney, it thy 
Who was fo biythe of late ) 

To fee fuch meat as can't be gc 
When hunger it fo great I 

the beef! the bonny, bonny 
When roafted nice and brown 

1 wifh I had a (lice of thee, 

Hoi« t«%tv\\ >«^>A4 ^vtv^'iQ^ 



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Ahy Charley! had ft thoo not betn feeo, 
This ne*cr had happ*d to me; 

1 wottJd the de*el had picked mine ey*n, 
Sre J had gang*d wi* thcc. 
O the beef, Sec, 

Rbcitatxvi* . 

8«t fee ! my mufc to Enf land takea her flighti 
Where health and plenty focially unitci 
Where fmiiing freedom guarda great George*8 

throne. 
And whips, and chalni} tnd tortorei are not 

known. 
Tho* Britain*! fame in )ofciei|ftrainilhottIdt]og, 
Ja ruftic fable give me leave to iing, 

Alt. 

At once on a time a yoong frog, pert and vain, 
Beheld a large ox graaing o'er the wide plain, 
Ke boafted his (ixe he could quickly attain. 
Othe roaft beef of Old England, 
And O the Old Englifli roaft beef. 

IIHq eagerly ftretching his weak little frame. 
Mamma, who ftood by, like a knowing old 

dame, 
Cry*df f Son, tn attempt It yoa*re forely to 

'« blame.** 
O the roaft beef, &c« 

But deaf to advice, he for glory did thirft. 
An effort he vcntur*d more ftrong than the firft; 
Till fifclling and ftraining coo hard made him 
burit. 
O the roaft beef, &c. 

Then» Britons, be valiant, the mora) is clear ; 
The ox is Ol^ England, the frog is Monfieur, 
Whofe poffs and bravadoes we need never fear. 
O the f oaft beef, Ucp 

Fat while, by our commerce and artt^ we are 

able 
To fee the Sir Loin fmoaking hot on oor table. 
The French may e*ea burft, like the frog in the 
fable. 
9 the roaft beef. Sec. 



SONG 5. 

Written by Mr. Gay. 

^O, rofe, my Chloe*8 bofomgrac^> 

Hopr happy ihould I prove, 
Mightl foppiy that envy'd place 

With never-fading love ! 
There, phoenix like, beneath her eye, 
Involv*d in fragrance, burn and die ; 
InvoU'd in, &c. 

Know, haplefs flow*r, that thou ihalt find 

More fragrant rofes there, 
J fee ^hy withering hetd reclin*d 

With envy and defpair ; 
One common fate we both muft prove ) 
Yoe die with envyj I with love* 
you dir> kc. 



SONG 6. 

A TWO-rAXT 80NC. 

Written by Mr. Paiox^ 

"^HEN Bibo thought fit from the world to 

retreat, 
As full of champaign as an fgg*s full of meat» 
He wak'd in the boat, and to Chiron hefaid. 
He would be row*d back, for he was not yet 

dead, 
<( Trim the boat, and fit ^uiet !** ftern Charon 

rep!y*d, 
** You may have forgot— >you was drunk wh^a 

" you dy*d.*' 



SONG 7. 

Sung in Love in a Village^ 

(^ U P I D, god of foft perfoafion» 
Take the helplefs lover*spart: 
Seiae, oh ! feize, fome kind occaiioil 
To icwaid a faithful heart* 

Juftly thofe we tyrants call| 
Who the body would enthrall} 
Tyrants of more cruel kind, 
Thofe who would enfiave the mind« 
Cupid, god of, &c. 

What is grandeur? Foe to reft; 
Childilh mummery, at beft. 
Happy I in humble ftue ! 
Catch, ye fools, theglitt*r1ng bait. 
Cupid, god of, &c. 



SONG 8. 

THE CRYINC AND LAUGHING SONG* 

Sung at Yavxrall. 

\y HE N I awake, with painful brow. 
Ere the cock begins to crow} 

Tofling, tumbling, in my bed. 

Aching heart and aching head; 

Pondering over human ills. 

Cruel bailiffs, taytors bills; 

Fiufh and Pam thrown up at Loo: 

When thefe forrqws ftrike my view, 
I cry— 

And, to ftop the gufliing tear. 

Wipe it with the pillow-bier* 

But when fportive evening comes* 
Route, ridottos, balls, and drums; 
Cafinos here, Feftinos there. 
Mirth and pafliine ev'ry where; 
Seated by a fptightly lafs. 
Smiling wi^h the fmiling glafsi 
When thefe pleafures are my lot, 
Taylors, bailiffs, all forgot, 

1 laugh 
Carelefs, theu» wY\aX. m*^ Vi*^^\» 
Thai I ihakc m^ Cxi^^ i^\ «^\« 



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Thcfly tgaini w^o I pcrufe, 
0*cr my tea> the inorniog newi; 
Difmal calci of plander*d houfei, 
Wanton wiresy and cuckold fpoufes j 
IVhen I read of money lent. 
At fixtcen and a half per centf 
Icry 

But iff ere the muffin** gone« 
8imp*ring eoteri hontil John ; 
'< Sii*, Mifs Lucy*| at the door, 
«< Waiting In a chaife and four:** 
Inftant iraniih all my caret, 
SSwift I fcamper down tHc ttmttf 
And laugh ■ ; 

So may thii indulgent throog. 
Who DOW, fmiliagi grace my fong» 
^tafir mftTfi €l7f Oh! ohl ohi 
But join with me in, Ma! kal ha! 



. S O K O 9. 

Sung in the Btm^r** Optrg* 

J F you at an office folScit your due^ 

And "would hot have matters ncgleAcd> 
Von muft quicken the clerk with the perquifite^ 

tOOy 

To do what his duty diitdled. 

Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent^ 
She, too| has this palfaUe failings 

The perquifire fofcent her. into con^nt; . 
That reafoo with all is prevailing. 



SONG 10. 

A PASTOKAL BilLLAB« 

Written hy Mr. Wot y. 

Y £ fwains thatinfolt o*er my woe, 

And make me the jeft of the greeni 
What f fufhr ye flenderly know. 

My Phiilis ye never bare feen. 
O ! hit** lovely as thought can cxprefsj 

As ge/itle and mild as t^e dove 9 
I faw her<— >apd who could do left— 

1 (ik, and 1 conld not but loye ( 

J ne^er told her^the anguish 1 bear. 

She might think me piefumptuous and bold; 
Ah ! what need of words to declare 

What my eyes muft fo often have told ! 
How ibalM my lovtf recommend! 

1 may rob all her heart of it*s eafe ) ' 
And, fure, I muft dread to offend^ 

Whofc ftudy is only to pleafe. 

They tell me Tm penfive and grave, 

Not, at formerly, chearfol and free; 
Ail pleafures contented I wave. 

That fpring not, my PhiUis, from thee, 
Kof richeo nor grandeur I mind, 

Nor titles to flatter my pride; 
To me, if the nyoAph is unkind. 

All the world*s a defart befide. 

At each fcene of the wdl-fablcd woe, 
Which forrow fo forcibly fp^aks, 



I nark*d the foft current o*erdow» 
And the tear gently fteal down her di«eks« 

I mtrkM it ! end) troft me^ ye fair* 
It pleasM me foch foftnefi to fee 1 

Can (kt melt at a fancy*d deffair^ 
And not have companion fot mef 

Her voice founds fo filverly fweet. 

When ike tells me there'a hope for her fwab 
My life Td lay down at her ftet 

Bet to hear the dear accenta again* 
In expreflion let others excel^ 

My love ii a ftranger to art 1 
Tho*, may be, I fpcak not fo well, 

Vet, cruft me, I fpealt firom the bttrti 

May thy days to thy wiflies be Ueft ! 

May*ft thou never have canfe to replAc! 
Or, if forrows thy bdfom moleft^ 

O tell them, and they fliall be mine. 
Will my fair-^one my lervice deny f 

My prefumption will Phi His forgiTC f 
Contented for her I could die, 

With whom 'twould be hetvtn to Inv. 



SONG zi. 

A favourite S^ng 10 Taanrltm^ 

'J* O thee, O ! gen^ (le? pi aloae» 

Is owing all our peace ; 
By thee our joys are heightCA'd ihcwflt 
By thee our forrowa ceafe. 

The nympby whofe hand by fraud or fofise 

Some tyrant has po/rcfs*d| 
By thee obtaining a'divorce^ 

In .her own choice is blefsM* 

Oh! fiay, Arpafia bida thee ftay} 

The fa«tjy weeping fair 
Conjures thee not to lofe, in daff 

The obje^ of her care. 

To grafp whofe pleafing form fhe fought} 
That motion chas*d her fleep : 

Thus by ourfelycs are oftneft wrought 
The griefs for which we weep. 



SONG la. 

THI STATX OP A LOVXtl 

U O W happy a lover^s life paflies. 

When beauty returns figh for figh I 
He looks upon all men as afles, 

Who have not fome girl in their eye* 

With heart full as light as a feather. 

He trips to the terras or parks ^ 
Where fwsins croud impatient together^ 

And maidens look out for their fparka* 

Whatfweet palpitation arifett 

When Chioe appears full in view! 

Her fmiles at more value he prises. 
Than mifers the mines of Peru* 

Tho' fwiff- winged time, at they're walkingj, 
Soon ptru theiti,\Us! by liis fight j 



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iSy refleftioaire fiUr heirs h^ talking. 

And abfent he keept her in fight* 
Whenever abroad he regafei him. 

And Bacchus calli ost for hit laft { 
llii love for his Cbloe ne*er fails hiniy 

Her name ghret a teft to hit glafs* 
ito other amulefflenti he ^ricei» 

Than thofe that from Chloe arifes 
6he*s fifft in his thoughts when he riKi^ 

And laft when he cli^fes hit eyei« 
Then let not ambition diilrcfs uiy 

Or fortune*! fantsftica] ^h^ce ; 
Voyt only with Chloe can blefs (is» 

And give All we want to embrace* 



SONG 13. 

Wntten by C. A. Stxtids. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

(^ONTENTED I am, and contented 1*11 be) 

For what can this world more afford. 
Than a girl that wilJ fociably. Ri on my kncCi 
And i cellar that's pleatcoufly ih>r*d 1 

l^ee ! my vault door is openi defcend er'ry gucfti 

Tap the caflcf far the wine: we will try | 
Tir as fweet as ihe lips of your love to yoiir laAe^ 
And as bright as. her cheeks to your eye. 

Ih a piece of Oit-ho^-p I my candle have ftuck^ 
Twill light us eath bottle to hand ; 

The foot of my glafs for the porpofe I>e broken 
Ft>r I hate that a bum|fcr fliould fland. 

Sound that pipe.-»'tis in tiine^ and the binnl 
are well filPd, 
View that heap of Cbaropfigne in the r^ar | 
' Thoftf bottles areBurgupdr fee how theyVe pil'd^ 
Like artillery, tier over fier« 

My celiar*s my campi and my A Idiers my ffaflcs. 

All glorioufly rang*din review j 
IViien 1 caft my eyes round, I confidermycalkl 

As kingdoms I've' got to fubdae. 

*Tis my will, when I die, noi a teir ffial) be Atd^ 
No bicjactt be prav*d on my ftone ; 

Bat pour on my coffin a bottle of red. 
And fay that my drinking is dene; 



S O N C 14. 

Sung in the Caprulom Loveru 

t? O R various purpofe ferves the fan | 

As thus — a decent blind. 
Between the Aicks to peep at man^ 
Nor yet betrity your mind^ 

Each a^ion has a meaning p)a*n, 
Rcfent meat's in thd I'nap j 

A fl'rt exprefles ftrong difdain. 
Content a gentle tap* 

Alt pafltons Will the fan difclofe. 
Ail modes of fcsMk ait j 



And to advantage fweetly fl)ewi# 
The hand, if not the heart; 

•Tit folly's feeptre, firft defign*d 
By love's capricious boy. 

Who knows how lightly all mahkidd 
Are govdrn*d by a toy* 



SONG 



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Song at VAtrxHALt* 
Q Give me that focial delight 

Which none but true luvers retelvcf^ 

When Luna bedecks the ftill hight, 

And glances her fmiles on the etc t 
When to the fair nieadows we go. 

Where peace and contentment retire | 
Or down the fmooih current we row» 
' In time with the flutes and the lyre* 

By nature thefe pi^ures arr drawn ; 

How fweet is cjch landfcape difpos*d!*. 
The prufpeA extends to the lawn, 

Ur by the tall beeches is clor'd. 
Come, Strephon, attend to the iccnc 1 

The clouds arc all vAnifli'd above j 
The objcfts abound are ferene, 

Ak modeirdto mofic and love. 

' — -t^ 

S O N G 16. 
Song in Lrvt in a IH/h^f, 
TN love (hould there mcci a fond pair^ 

tJntutorM by fafliion or arr, 
Whofc wi/hek are watm and fincere, * 

Whofe words are th* excefs of the heuf* 

If aught of fubf^antial deli^hr,- 

On this fide the flartcan he found | 

'Tis, I'uie, when that couple unite, ' ' 

And Cupid by Hymen is crown'd. .^ 



S O N O <7. 

COtTDON AND fHILLISJ A rAtT0lA^4 

Written by Mr. CuNyJNCHAM. 

T-X £ R (hcep hid in clullers crept clofe to 4 
grove. 
To hide from the heat of the day ; 
And I'hilis herfdf, ih a woodbine alcove^ 

AiTiong the fwert violeti lay 1 
A young lambkin, it feems^ had been ftole front 
it's d:4m, 
('Twiit Cupid and Hymen a plot) 
That Ct ry on might, as he fcarch'd for hit 
IjTibr, 
Ariivc at the critical fpot. 
As thro* the gfeen hedge for his lambkinjic 

He (a^ the fa*r nynrph with lurpri'le ;* 
Ye ^vis, \t in killii'g, he cry'd, n hik (heileeps, 

I'm |n(V If (he opens her eyes ; 
To tjrrj much longer wauld ha/ard my hairtt 

iM hom«wMd tsi'^ Vi^tAMbitv. Va \s.w;.%« 
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.1 ' i^n b0»eA CerydM trovf to dt^Mt* 
WJi love held btm f«tt to tho placf* 
j^afey ceafe». prcuy Ut4f» what t c)ufpio|,yoo»' 
^ keep, 

I think you too loud on the fjpray ; 
Dob'^i jott fee, tooliih brk« that the chevmei*!. 

•flccp, 
- Vott*U wake her as*(«re ai *(»• ^jr. 
How dare that fond butterfly touch ibe fwe^ 
maid ! 
Her cheqki he miM^ei for the rofe : 
rd put him to death, if 1 was not afraii 

My boldnefa would break herrepofe. 
Then PhtlKt look'd vy with a languidung 

Kind fliepnirtl, faid ih^ yo« miAake \ 
\ laid, nyftrlt down for to reft me awhile, 

but truft mc I waa not afleep. 
Thf ihepherd luok courat^e, advaoc*4 with a 

b<)W, 

He plac*d himfelf down by her fide; 
And tnanagM the matter, I cannot tell how^, 
But yefterday made her hit bride* 



s a It G i& 

c 

Strng ar VjCitxHALt.; 
WH£R£ ihall Cclia ily for (belter X 
In what fecret grove or cave ? 
8t(^fl and {onnett f.nt to melt her,. 

From the youog, th^ gay> the brtve* 
Tho* wkh prudift 4irs (h« ftarch her, 

Still Ac longs *nd i)ill (be burnt : 
Copid diools like Hymenal etcher, 
. \^bfreibe*er the dainfel turni. 

Tirtoe, youth, good-fen^i and beauty^ 

(If diicrerio'i guide ua not) 
Sooethiiei are the ruB^anS booiy, 

Somctimei arc the booby *i lot ; 
Kow they're purchased by thetradei) r 

Now commanded by the peer }■ 
Kow fome fubtle, rnean invader, 

Wins the h.art> or gain&the ear.. 

Odifcfttion* thou*rtajcwel. 

Or our grind-mamas miftake. 

Stinting flame by bating fewel, 
i. . Always careful'anil awake. 

Would yon keep your pearls from tram plenty 
Wei^h the li<tBcr». weigh the banui; 

Jk^nck m> fong upon your Samplers, 
Wear it on your knot« and fans. 



SONG 19. 

Sung in the Padlock 

fAY. lit'.le foolifh fluttering thing, 
Wlkither, ih ! whither would yoi 



Your atry flight ? 
Stay here and fing, 

Yoor m'.flrefs to delight. 
Ni>, no, no, 
Sweet Robin, you (hall not go ! 
HVhtrre \ou wanton, rouhl you be 
lial//b hap)>y «i with me i 



you w»n§- 



SONG 4^ 
Swig to Mfk LifiUmSt^nC 

pOMB here» feUow-lenraiitt» nd lUhtf t» 

ine, 
IMI flie w yoo how ihofe e£ fopciior dtg^ev 
Are only dependents, nn better tkaft wt« 
Are only (kp^ndcAtt, dtc 
- Roth high and low in ihi^do agree* 
Ti^hcfdy icUfiw.icruAr, and thnre^ fcUoi»> 

iervant, and all in a liverjf. 
•Tisherfr, feUow-rcmant, &c. 

See yonder finr f^ark ia coiVoaderv dre\ 
Whobowttoth<t|rc#t» ajidtiTtbcy foMle, H> 

bleft} 
What is he, i'faith, hot » ftrvant at beft ? 

Both high, Ac. 
Nature made all alike, no diftin^lion (he craves^ 
So we langh at the great world^ ic*a fbols and 

it's knaves ^ 
For we arc all fervaots, but they ace aIKflaves« 

ipth high, ftc. 
The fat fliining glutton looks op to his flielGt 
The wrinkleJ lean mifer bow's down to hi*) pelf^ 
And the curl-pated beau it a flave to himfelf. 

Both high, doc. 

The gay fparkling belle, who the whole torn 

alarms, 
And wlrii eyesi fipe and- neck, fetathc fmaitt 

' aliinacipsf 
Is a. vaflal herfflf* a me^edrud^ to her cha|iiii» 
Both high, atP. ' 

Then we'll drink like our betters, and Isugh^ 

^g, and love ; 
And when fick of one place, to another we*lft 

move. 
For with little and gieat the beft^j(^ it torov^ 
" Bbth high, ac. 



S^ Qi N O 91. 

Snnf in ^^jkmgi and Ssliy, 

V X O M ploughing the ocean, and thra(Kin9i 
"■ Moofieur^ 

In old EngUod we're hnd^ once more $ 
Yburhands^ my bravo comiadp^i halloo, boys> 

what cheer 
For a fiiiter, that's juft come on flK>re-? 

Thofa heAorifv^bladei thopght to fcare ut, no 
doubt, 

And to cut us, and flafh us— morbleau ! 
But hold there— avaA— they were plaguiHr out^ 

We have flic'd them and pepper'd them t<»o. 

Then courage, my heart*, yoor own eonCe^ 
^f nee know. 
Yon invadert (hall foon do you right 5. 
The lion may. ronfe, when he hears the cock 
crow, 
Bbt (Bait never be put in a fri;>ht, 

- Yoo''ve only to (hun yoor nonfenAcal jars, 
Your damn'd party and idle conttft j 
And let all vour flfifc be, like «« honrft r«r$^ 
Who ihall fight (yft their covntry betl. 



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A fem-ftriaf fpatk if tfc««ikte«fciKfca^ 
Bid the fimperlo|[ gyHfctlw* ^^ i ^ ^ 

Sound boctooM tb«]f*U <d4 «• te ««*>7 "^P»» 
Ami o«r pockcu w«il UriM tolMiir. 

The Uadiiiieii aaybftp» in ikc wiqrior 4tf:o«ft> 
Have more trt ml pcrfrtd^ aiMl the lilBi<| 

Bat 'wafe tbofe hiU co l o t i ■ fi w better** 
worfcy 
Is.the baifiifl wcf^ wiiKng ID iriks. 

Horn kmg live the Uri| ! my U ftiolfCtoiia 
reign, . 

Of BO powef, «o fkQu>n, efrtil ; 
IfwBritain'tfrmd fl«g dill esiiU o*tf lh« 

At tU poinu of the compafi difpUyM I 

Vo qmckfandi endanger,*© ifi>nniOfef whelm, 
Steady, fteady, and lafe may (he fail ; 

flo ignorant pilot! e'er 6t at her helffly 
.Or her ancksr «f tihcrty Ml I 



OcafejMvfttypirfM, 
And aemr ftcw dMteis. 

Vm glad wiien Jockey romei, . 
. Sad wheB te gangt away { 
*Tit night whtajodcey gloomf» 
But wkM ke (milcr'tU day* 

Well can my Jotkey kvth 

Hit love and cottrtcM i 
He made my heart full blythe^ 

Wk^ftlie firft rpake to me. 

Hisfutciilldeny'd, 
He ktfi*d and I comply*di 
Sac Jockey promird me» 
That he would faithful kt* 

When our eyci meet 1 paiie» 
I colour, fif^, and faint ; 
What Lafs that would be kln^ 
Can bctt«r ^etfk her mind I 



S OK G at. 

TVS XOtof WlilK, AVP SMILC. 

Sdng at VAVXRAtt* 
T ET fufty old igrey-kearda of apa^ boat, 
*^ And Venui and Bacchua revile ^ 
la fpite of their hooka, they are flava* to^J^a 
toaft, 
Toe dnpea of a nqjl, wink, or fmile. 
Some fnog foW citixem h«i« nay rtplfir, 

Without an idea of guile i 
fht what whhtfcetnufic, and ^ikat wiA tbe 

• They *^«»Mo^ ^^^ ^' '**°^» ""^ *'"***• 
l^ men boat 4)f tklca, of honour^ tcnowa { 

The femaiet of thii happy i«e. 
£ao MMi^vifli the vifton^ nay kill with ft firowB, 
Or fave, by a nod, wink, or fmlle. 

Theic gardens of pleasure the beauties approve. 
Who the dulleft of moments beguile $ 

fitrt Cupid uofurli the ^iiite fbnd^rd.of love. 
And commasdf with a nod, wink* a«d 6nile. 



S O K O !§. 

BLTT^ XPCSST I A acOTQH 9A^LAD« 

Sung at VAUSHAtu 
DLYTHE Jockey, young and gay, 
m It all iify heart's delight j; 
YU't all my talk by day^ 

And all aiy *ehmi by nigkL 
If fipmtbcjadlbc, 
*T**s Winter ihett with m^i 
Bfst when ha tarries hac* 
^Tis foflfimer all the yuf* 
^hen I $r>d Jqckey f^et 

Fit ft on the ftowVy dah(j 
iLigbt fwectly he me trt c. 
And lovo was all hU liUt. 
Y6u aie the lafi, (aid he. 
Tint Baw my kcMi Ave jki«| 



S O K O 24. 

TUK ABSENT LOVK»« 4 

"^H I L E Celiacs rrfoooe from my ^ffHt, 
^^ In vain to be ch&Kvl I try j '^ 
Nor the verdufc of fpring can delight. 

Or the want of her prcfence fripply i ' \^ 
No Anw*r that tbe Jandfcape arrays, " {( 

With the bloom of her cheeks caa coaiftre{ - 
Nor the bluihcs AuroVa dirplays 

Can equal tkc looks of my fair« 
The bird that fo fwectly complains, 
E.ch night to the lifteniog grove. 
Sings not in fuch foft melting ilraina 

As aie.thofe of the vir^n I lave 1 
The charms that embellilh her mind. 

What numbers wouM ferve to eipraia t 
Whofe convcrfe, fo fwect, fo refin'd. 

Can ftiften ihe deepen diftrcfa I 
Each other bright fair rd retfign, 

With whatever the gay world coa ghi^ 
Would fortune btit make Ctrliamioe, 
With enough independent. to live. 
No monarch would, then, be more blaft { 

Nor wou'd 1, a throne to ei^oy. 
Exchange the dear nymph I poiflfefa'd, 
Whofe love.ev'ry wiih cou'd fofply* 
Then fay, cruel fate ! why fo long 

I am doom*d tlil] to iafigotih in vain ? 
Vou cither muft fofien my f«-Bg, 
Or foon 1 mutt die witn my pfun. 



SONG 2^. 
Sung at RANSLA6M. 

3^0T on beauty's iranfiem pleafuit, 
A^ Which no ical ;oy« impart i 
Nor on hejps of »'o»l*.id treatme« 
Ptd I fix my youth i«l l^art, 

•Tw»t n« C\A*vt** T^crt-r^t ^cnBiwt^ 
Did the tvckk w *ixo* r^x \atA ^ 



VtSt^Ah Si*a'6a%ine. 



1* 



Kot her form, ihtbbaft of nittir^ 
'Twas alone her fpotleiii mifi^. 
Not on beauty *!, Sec 

Take, ye fwains, tbe real bUlfing^ 
• That will }oys far lifei.iirur^.i ' 
The vinuous mind alone pofleffiogf 
Will your laiUng blif» f«cttre» 
Not on beauty *t9 &c. . 



8 O N P 16. 

Song in the Padlock* 

T\^ A R heart ! what a terrible life am I led ? 
^ A doe haa a betCcTy that*a &<ltef*d lod fed i 

Night and day *ti4 the £ame. 

My P>in it dere game ; 
Me wiih to de Lord me was detd» 

Whate'er'i to be done. 

Poor £)ack muft run ; 

Mungo here, fAan%9 dtT^ 

Mongo every where. 

Above, or b»J'>V| 

Sirrat), come, firrah, go ; 

Do io, and do fo. 

Oh ! Oh ! 

fAc wifli to de Lord me was dead. 



SONG 27. 

Wr'tten by Mr. Gay. 

Recitative. 

f npWAS when the Teas were roaring, 
* Willi hollo A blirts of wipd, • 
A darpfcHaV ticploiiiv, 
' A!I on a roclc reclin'J ! 
Wide o*.-r the foaming biilo.vs 

Shcc-ilV a viftful I'^ok ; 
ficr h'ac wa<icpown*d wi'h.i*i!low?, 

Th^ trembled o*er the brook. 

Twelve mrinths aregoiie and over, 

An*d rir.c long tedlouK dayi j 
Why didft thou, vcnt'rpu* lovef> 

Wr:y djJC ij^ou t:u«l th^ fVafr ? • 
Cci^e, ccafe. thoj ;rewbled ocean> 

And Jet my lover leiVj 
^1j ! wI'Iji'. ihv rroiibird motion, 

T«> that v*Jti«'in'my breaft r 

The merchant rrhb'd of plv-afnre, 

*Vif w« tcm;)>'f** w»rh c? frwr » 
Bur wnat'stne bf^ oltrcraiure - 

To It^oAr.p ol 'my ilcar ? 
Should \ou Lyvm c^aI} be laid on, 

Wheie eold jinti diamonds grow, 
you'd tiAd » rirhrr mjiitfn. 

But none tha: luvcs you ib* 

Kow can they fay that ostUfe, 
Hat nothirvg made in v^in y 
Why, then, Wcr|eath the v^-f^O 
ZV* hideout rocks remit n / 



^0 eyea tkofe rocki'dtrcoTcr, 
: That lurk btseath tfte <le^ 
To «Pii^ th^ wandering lover; 
. And leave the maid to weep. 

Thufl melancholy lyingf 

> That waiL'd flie for ker dear; 

Re^deach blaft with fighing,' 

Each billow with a tear : 
.When o*ar the wide wavei fHyvping, 

Hit floating ?orfe (he fpy'd \ 
.neB Blfb a.Uly drooping. 

She bowM her head— 4pd dy*d. 



SONG t|. 
apKixo. 

Suog at Ranilaqh* 

U A I L, young Spring, the earth tdotiUDe^ 

Drive old Winter far away s ' • 

pall the rofy-finger*d morning; ' 

Deck the fun in radiance gay^ 
Flora, bring thy fweeteft treafurej 

Zephyrf, waft thy foftefl gale j 
Cbaqti ye birds, the fong of pleafore 1 

Echo, tell it thio* the vale. 
LeaHefi, toneJeCf, unendearing, 

Mourn*d the long-deferted grove ) 
But, fwect Spring, at thy appearing. 

All is harmony fod love« 



SONG 19. 

I Sung in the Waterwumm 

AN D did yon not hear of a jolly ^oaiig wa- 
terman. 
Who at BUck-Friars Bridge us*d for to ply ?. 
He feather*d his oars with foeh (kill and dei* 
terity, ' 

Winning ejch hear^, and delighting each eye t 
He looked fa neat, a net row'd Ut fteadily. 
The maidcnc all flock'd in his boat fo readily ^ 
And heey*d the young rogues with fo charm- 
ing an air, 
That this watsrman ne'er was 'in want of a 
•fare. '^ 

What fights of fine folks he oft row*d in his 
wherry, ^ 

*Twas clciiT*d out fo nice and fo paintelB 
withil! ^ 

He was always firl) oars, when the fine city 
ladicj, 
In a pjrry :o R^rela^i went, or Vaoahall. 
And ofteniiiiies* wou*d they be giggling and 
leering,' 
> But *twas all one to Tom, their gibing aa4, 
jeering ; ' ' •' 

For loving, or liking, he little did care. 
For this waterman ne*«r wa^ in want of a fare.- 
And yet, but to iiee bow firangely things 
happen ; ■ •* ' ' 

A: he |ow*d along, thinking of flothir^g 
ai *\\, 



V O C A L 'M AG A Z I N E*. 



fie wiB tf^y*i by » dadifel' fo lovel j and cbarm- 

That (he fmird, and fo fhraightway in Joye 
he did fall. 
And would this young damfcl but banifli hit 

forrow, 
He'd wed her to-nsght, bf fore it was morrow t 
And how Ihould thii: waterfnan ever knoyr care, 
When he"! marry 'd^ and never in want of a 
/are? 



SONG 30, 
Sung in the Dwtnnq, ' 

XT A D I a heart for falibood fram*dy 

I ne'er could injure you : 
For iho' your tongue no promtfe claim*df 

Your charms would make nie true. 
To you no foul (ball bear deceit. 

No ftranger offer wrong : 
Put friends in all the ag*d }0u*ll meet. 

And lovers in the young. 
But when they learn that you have bleft 

Another with your hczjn, 
JheyMI bid afpiriug paflion reff, 

' And a£t a brother's part. 
Then, lady, dread not here deceit, 
' "Nor fear to fuffcr wrong : 
For friends in all thi; ag*d you'll meet, 
* And brothers In the young. 



SONG 31. 

Written by pr. Smoll^ t. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

TH Y fatal (hafts unerring move; 
] bow before thjnc aUar, love ! 
I feel ihy foft, refiillcfs flame, / . 
Glide fwift thro' all my vital framel ^/ 
For while I gaze my bofom glows. 
My blood, in tides impetuous Howsf 
Hope, fear, and joy. alternate roll, 
And Aoods of traofports whelm my foul, 
My faulfring tongue attempts, in vain, 
lo foothiog murmurs to complain ; 
My tongue fome fecret magic tief^ 
My murmurs fink in broken fi^hs* 
Con(!emn*d to nurfe eternal care, 
' 'And «ver drop the (ilent tear ; 

Unheard I mourn, unknown I (ighy 
Unfriended live, unpity'd die ! 

SONG 32. 

THi iKcnmiovs. 

/^ I V E mt but a wife, \ expeft npj to find 
Each virtue anj grace in one female com- 
bined, 
Ko goddcfs for me \ *tis a woman I prize. 
And he that fcckt more is xutfte cuiious than 
wife. 



13 



Be Ae young, ihe*s not flobborn, but eafy to 

mould \ 
•Or Aie claims my refpe^, like a mother, if qldt 
I Thus either dta pleafe me, fince woman I 
prize, 
And he, &c. 

Like Venus Ae ogles, if fquinting her eye \ 
If blind, (he the rovirg of mine cannot fpy \ 
Thus ciihrr is lovely 5 for woman 1 prise. 
And he, i^c. 

If rich be my bride, (he bringt tokens pf love |. 
If poor, then the farther from pride my re- 
move 5 
Thus either contents me \ for woman I prize. 
And he, &c. 

I ce*er (hall want cooverfe, if tongue (be po(> 

fcfs; 
And if mute, flill the rarity pleafet no lefs \ 
Tm fuited to either j for woman I priae. 
And be, i^c. 

Then crafe, ye profane, on the fex to defcant; 
If you've wit to difeern, of charms they*ve no- 
want; 
Each fair can make happy, if woman we prixej 
And he, £cc. 



SONG 33. 

Sung in E/i»a, 

\^ Y fond (hepherds of late wore fo b!e(^. 

Their fair nvmpbs were fo happy and g^yii 
That each night they weni fafeiv 10 rrf^. 

And they merrily fung thro' the day; 
Bur, ah ! what a fcene muft appear P 

Muft the fwcet rural pailimes be o'er ? 
Shall the tabor no mcic ilrike the ear ? 

Shall llio dance 4n the green be no moref 

Mud the flocks from th<-ir paflure* be led f 

Muft the herdi ^o wild flraying abroau ? 
Shall the looms be all flopped in each flieo. 

And the (hipc be ail nioor*d in each ruadP 
Moil the arts be all fcaitcr'U around. 

And (hall commerce gr >w fick of the tid»:? 
Ivf uii religion expire on the ground, 

And ihjll virtue fink doMo bv her iiie ? 



S O N C 34. 

A HUKTIWG 80NC. 

VE fp;rtrxncn draw near, and ye fportfuomtii 
loo. 

Who delight in the jovs of the field 5 
Mankind, tho' tliey biamr, areallragcr asycu. 

And no one the contcft will yield. 
Hi«torcfhip,his worfhip« his honour, bis grate, 

A hunting continually gnj 
All ritnks and degrtres arc engag'd in the chafe ^ 

Hark forwaro, huzza, tally ho. 

The lawyiT will rife with the firf^ of the morn. 

To hunt far a mortgace or deed \ 
The hulbvind f.ei% by, ai vW vovmn^ ^^ .\\\«.VriXxv» 



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Tbe pitriot is tlirotra to pvrfuk of Us ftae ) 

T)ie poet, too, often lays low, 
Wboy mouBted oo Pe^a^St flict after famt. 

With hark forward, hussa* lnUy Jm. 

While, frarlefsy o'er hillt and o*cr woftdlandi 
we iweqi, 

Tbo* pmdes on our pailine may frava, 
Ii«yw oft do they decency's bonndt overleap, 

Ahd the fences of viitoe hre«k down. 
7hu5» public or private, for penfion, for place. 

For itmufcinent, for pafiion, for /hew, 
AM rank» and degrees ire engag d in the ckace. 

With bark forward, heaxa, tally ho. 



8 O N C 35. 

rVMALft LlVSBTT »tCAlKBft« 

Sung at Vavxball. 

^HO* tntm-faailDtogboxfled an abfolute fway, 
While woman'i hard f^e was love, ho- 

Boor, obey j 
At kflstb over wedkKk f;dr liberty dayrnt, 
And the lords of cieatioo muft pull \n their 

horat} 
For ftyotkeo amoag ye proclaimt his decree, 
WheB hoftandt are tyianti, their wives will 

be free. 
Away with yo«r dovbti, your furmifer, and 

fears, 
•'f is Venus beats up for her gay volunteers; 
Inllft at her banner, you'll vaoqmlh with eafe. 
And make of your huibandi wb<«t creatures you 

pleafej 
To anna then, ye fair o»cs, and let the world 

ret. 

When fauArands sie tyrants, their wives will 

be fiet. 
The rights cf yovr fex, woo^d you e'er fee re- 

tfur'd, 
your tongues flino'd be us*d as a two-edged 

f VI ord } 
7tiai car ^ieiang ni^eapon each huiband muft 

drcjcfy 
Whothiiikt of the marks yoo snay place on 

his bead ; 
Then wifdy nnhe, till the men all agree, 
'J h4t woman, dear wcman^ (hall ever be free. 
Ni> iv>ore fiiaH the wife^ all metk as a lamb, 
Pe iobicc^ 10, Zounds ! do you know who i am? 
PomeAic poliiene^ Oidl) flourish again, 
Whrn women take courjge to govern the menj 
Tteo {land lo your chjrttr, and let tt.e vworld 

Jce. 
The* LuC^^nds are tyrants, their wives will be 

lr<e. 



SONG 3<. 

Song In Attaxerxesm 

T K infancy oor hopes and fears 
Were to each other ki.own \ 
And iriend(hip, in our riper yrara, 
lias t w'ln'd oor hcai ts in one j . 



O! cleBrhioSy then, IroB tki« WEttMlf 

Thy love, diy duty prove} 
Heftnre him sritb that innocenc* 
Which firll infpir'd my love« 



SONG 37. 

Sung in tb$ W^ f Kta^ |Rm» 

Written by Davi» Gakkicx, Elq* 

VE fair marry 'ddamet, whofo oftna dcploic* 
"^ That a lover once bleft, is a luver no more} 
Attend to my coonfel, nor bhiA to be tsagkt« 
That prudence muft cheriih wha( bennty hag 
csoght. 

The bloom of your cheeky and tht gUace «f 

your eye. 
Your rofes and lilies may oirake the men figh | 
Bui rofes and lilies, and fighs paft away. 
And pjifton will die as your beautiefe 4ecty« 

Uie the man thgt yon wed like yoor ftv*nt^ 

goittar;. 
Tho* thf;re*s mu&c in both, they arc both apt t» 

yar! 
How tuneful and foft from a dedicate t^jpch, . 
Not handled too roughly^ aor play'd on to# 

much \ 

The fp.arrow and linnet will feed from your 

hand. 
Grow tame by your kindneis, and come ag 

command : 
Eae^t with your hufband the iaine happy ^U} 
'For heans, like your birds, may be um*d ta 

youf will. 

Begayand'good-hempo«r'd,comp1ving and kinds 
Turn tbe chief of youy tare from your face to 

ywyr mind; 
*Tis tlterc that a wife may herconqueft improve^ 
And Hympn Qiall rivct ihu fettpis of l^ve. 



S p N G 38, 
Sung at VAvxHALff 

Q N pleafure's fmooch wing how o)d tlnfe 

ileais away. 
Ere love's fatal Aame leads the ibepherd aftray 1 
My days, O yc fwains \ were aronnd of ^eligbt^ 
From the Citol of the morn to the ftillncis of* 

ni^ht ! 
No care found a place in my cottage or bfeaftg 
Buthcaltb and content all the year was my guelt; 
'Twas then no fair philhs my heaft coaid ei^* 

fnare. 
With voice, or with fea ore, with drefi, of ' 

with air t 
So kindly young Copid had pointed the dart. 
That 1 gathered the Iweets, but I mrfs'd of the 

Imart : 
I toy'd for a while, then I rov*d like a bee j • 
But ftill atl my fong way, V\\ ever be free. 
'Twas then ev*ry objcO frcih raptures ^d yleldx 
* If 1 (Iray'd ihro* tbf garden, or trava^s^d Uic 

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tfaottfanJ.spj Iccftt wen 4i£fUf4 t»af 

fight) 
c nigbciogale lbn|| I coald Uften all night > 
h my reed I eoold pipe c6 th« toot of tbe 

ftrcamy 
wakt to new life from t raptvrotii dretnu 

now, fincc ior Hebe in fiscret I fighy 
I9 what a chaoac I aa4 how wreuhc4 aa I ! 
eu to the chaims of the r^^Uyaod gla4c; 
u fwtrets now all ficfceo» thcif cqIuois all 

fade; 
BioAc 1 find in Mk I%!lomerf ftrain, 
i the brocpk o*er the pebbles aoW munnuri 

in vain. 

ij fay that flke*t kind, but no ktndneCi I 

iee; 
othcn ue fmlleiy bnt Ae frowns upon me } 
u» teach me, bright Venus, pcriualipn's 

fottarty 
ttd mcy by rcafoa, to canftm my heart ! 
cro»n my <ie(ire, or to bamfli my pain, 
re love to the nymph, or give eak t» iho 

fwaan* 



« SONG 3^ 
Song in CjmM* 
fte whilpcff the judge, b< he ever fb wife, 
Tho^ peK and important hit truft is j 
( heed m frnfteady, a pair of black eyes ' 
Will kick op the balance of jofti<^e. 

lis pafluma afe fttong, his judgment gjrows 

weak, 
''or love through his teins will be creeping'^ 
d bis worihip, when near to a round dimprd 

cheek, 
ough he ought to be Mind, will be peeping. 



Tie but in vun ' 

For foldiers to coaipbdn | 

Should next campaign ' ' 

Send us to Htm who made u^ boyib 
We're free from pain ! 
put if we remain, 

A bottle and kind landlady 
Cure all again* 



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SONG 40. 

A m-AtLTlAl. S0X6. 

OW ibnds the gkfs around ? 

For fliamct ye take no care, my boys ) 

How Hands the glaft around ? 

Let mirth and wine abound. 

The trumpets found, 
(he colours they^ are flying, boyi^ 

To fight, kill, or wound ^ 

May we ftUl be fbund^ 
Content with our hard fate, my beyf> 

On the cold ground. 

Why, foldlers, why, 
kbott^d we be melancholy, boys? 

Why, foldirrs, why. 

Whole bus^nefs *ti^ to die ? 

What, fighiog, fie ! 
Drown fear, dunk or, be jolly, boyi^ 

*Tls be, you, or 1 ! 

Gold, hot, ura, or dry, 
i*rt always bound to follow, boyS 

And fcorn tofly* 

^ia bnt In vain, 
[muanaot iii.ufb;sii/«, bofff| 



S O N O 4f. 

Sung in Mcfbtr Sht$iom» 

'J^ O heal the fmart a bee had made 

Upon my Chlue's face. 

Honey upon htt check fke laid. 

And btfie mc kifs the place* 

Pleased, I obeyed, and from the wean4 

Imbib'd both fweet and fmart | 
The honey on my lipi I found, 

The fting within my heart. 

Ill I will I I ■!! ■■ —1^—— ■■ 

S O N G 41. ^ 

TILLA9BC0VBTSRI»; A PASTOtAl C|.^ 

Sungat VAuxiiAi.ft. 

TJ OW harmless and fweet are tbe ]oys of th^ 

^^ - plain. 

When, quitting tkc viUage^ each nymph arii 

her fwain 
The piper*a loud fummons obey ; 
While Ihines the bright moon, mdiant qusea 

of the night. 
And filv'ring the meadows» lookl down wills ' 

delight^ 
To i«e >olIy. omtuIs iCs g^y t 

Anas^xji. 

Come, JuCa, add one to tbcthrdDg 
That trip it the valiey along i 

The found of' our feet, 

Pleas*d echo ftall beat» 
Aad oumie eaok doiis of our feag, 

Damon» 

AureKa^ mf charmer, awar ? 
For once turn the night into day § 

The joys of the wake, 

Ak, cyder, and cake. 
Forbid any longer delay. 

Movscs» 

Bold youth, your addrefles dedine ; 
The choice of thele damfelt refigu t 

Tho'' grey, are my locks. 

The herds and the flocks 
That graje rannd the village ere mtre* 

D^Moy. 

Ftrmft mc to aft, as a friend. 
To which of theic girl* yon pretend f 
■ Your pie* ihould be try*d. 
The f ait-ot^c ^cxAu, 
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Delta. 



Tho', Mop'us, your riches I know^ 
That plea I /h^ll never allow} 

'F^r vi'hjle a full bowl 

My thir(l can controul, 
Unheeded a river hiay flow^ 

Phi Li if. 

Cood farmer! fincc female decree 
All parties rooft bting to' igft-^i 

Lrt Colin b': niine. 

Thy pelf I dfCline ; 
Congest aod a cottage for me. 

JuLiA. 

To cud fruitlcfs cavils and noift*, 

Take, Sirephon, rhy hand and my roitct 

Away age and croffls, 

A coach and fix horfet 
Shan*t draw me away from My cho'ce. 



SONG 43^ 

TBt COMPAKISONrf 

t) A RT 1 K G to death we will compare ; 
Fur, furr, lothofe \«lio love Ancsre, 
So dm >:■'* is ihc pain, 
S»ch doobis, 'uch iiorrors, rend the mind 1 
But, oh! when advcrre/^tc grawt kind» 
' How fwcet to meet again ! 

To thofe try*d hearts, and'thofe iloac» 
"Who nsve the pangs of -ahfence knuwn, 

The blir^ful cnange it given 3 
-And who—oh I who woii'd not endure ' 
The pan^s of jieath, if they were furd 

To reap the joys of heaven I ' 



— s o N c 44. ; 

Written ^y Mr. Shikjtomb* 

XKT H E N' forc*d from dear Hebe to go, ^ 
^^ Wiljat anguUk I felt gt my heart ! '*• 
And 1 thought — but it mig^t not be fo— 

She was forry tt> fee me depart. 
&he c >ft fuch m Unguiihing Vie W| 

My pavh 1 could fcarocly «iifcern } .. . 
A nd Vo I'v^e^tiy (he b^de me adica, 

1 thought (he bad bade ipe jreturoi 

Methinks (he migUt like totetirft 

To the grove I Dad LibMrM to rear} 
For whatever I heard her admire^ 

I haflietf, and planted it thrVe. 
Her voire ^ch a pleahire ton vcyt^ 

S«i muck 1 her accents adore, 
Let her (peak, and whac^rer (he ijiy, 

r*» fore ftill to love her the-m-Tc. 

A^d now, ere I l»»^e!V>fflc pi 'in, 

Corre, (h<;phrrdi, aa.i tell •»!• her way(|. 

I cruld liy d'wn my l;fe fur the t\*a:n 
Who would ling me a f m^ ir. Urr f.r«ife. 

Vf'hiU he finc^ may thcrmoidf »»f tl.c t«jwn 
Come AockiJi^, aod iiiUa ihc while f 



N6r on him let Het^ once frownj 
Tho^ I cannot allow her to fmUe« 

To fee when my charmer goes by, 

Some hermit peeps out of his cell ; 
Hoy be thinks of bis youth with a fighl 

Uow fondly he wifkes her well ! 
On him (he may fmile if (he pleafe, 

h will warm the cool bofom of age-^ 
Yet eeafe, genite Hebe, O ceafe, 

Sfich foftnefs will ruirt the fage. 

Tve (lole fro^n no flow'rett that grow. 

To deck the (|ear charms I approve jj 
For what can a blo(ruin beftow. 

So fweet, fo delightful as love ! 
I fing in a rul^ical way^ 

A (hepherd, and one of the throfl|; 
•Yet Hebe approves of itfy Uy t 

Go, poets, and envy my fong. 



S O N 6 45. 

TMK LiMKETt* 

AS boiling home^ the other day^ 

Two linnets I had ta*en. 
The little warblers fd^L'nn*d to pray 

For liberty again s> 
Unheet^fjiil of their plaintivei notei| 

I fupg actql} the mead j 
In vUn ibey tuoM th^ir pleafrng throats^ 

And (lutterM to be fieed; 

At paffing thro* the tufted grove, 

l9ear which my cottage ftood, 
I thoQght 1 faw the queen of love. 

When Clora's charms I viewM; 
I fook*d, i ga£*d, 1 prefsM her ftay. 

To hear my tender tale | 
iSiat all in vain— (he fled awjy, 

Norconld my fighs prevail,' 

Scon, thro* the wound which love had m 

Came pi.y to my brea(t ; 
And thus l(as compaiTjon bade)' 

The featherM pair addr^ f&'d ) 
Ye li^tU warblers, chearful be. 

Remember not % e flew j 
For I, whp thowght m)felf fo free/ 

Am far more caught than yoa. 



SONG 46. 

Sung at Vauxkall. 

hr'O make (he raoft of f.ectine time,- 

Sboi^'d be our greit endeavour ; 
For love Wc bofli are io our prime. 
The time is noW or never. 

A thousand charms around yoo pl-y j 
Nu girl more bright or clever j 

Tiien let us both agree to-day, 
To-mozrow will be never. 

I ne'er (S ill b«? a better n*H/r, 
1 barn with l»ve'« high tetcr j 

Pr*v now be kind, 1 loiow you can. 
You mu^ not anfwer never. 



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% turnafide> 

vour; 

. down that prlde^ 
.ever. 



.e too Utey 
mine for ever; 
J by ctre or fate, 
^eiir Of Aeter. 



. ' ^ 6 N Q 47. 
t Haydlach, af^ the Regatta. 

■di» and ye ladies, who form shit- gay 

tbroogy 

a moment, attend to my fon^^ 
tie you fufpend your fantafticai round y 
eft yoor fwcct ftan^ that yos^lv doive ' 
f yoswOwn^d* 

dowa^dowo; down, derrydovrn*-' 

rdlodg-^eeb detaia'd with di^ghteca 

Ddf|N>Qf^t,* ' 

ur parlcr, and your Uwni, and youif,fiAe 
dUntry houfes j . « ^ ' 

ammer'f dull feafon you bid n{ adieu, , 
tat you a feaft, and a novelty too* 

of fefUnpS) champetrci enough, 

t, and frefcos, and fuch worn-out {hiff; 

IT tb amaf^ ye ! aye, fheit wit the 

ucftionj , 

tta wat thought of, oh ! lucky' ifb|- 

efiion. . 

e lagjanu of Vcaice «eWa ftole* th« 

lint, 

« yo»MI ackii c w l edg e Cfaere*j fome m^ 

itin-Cf . ,•?•.. ; .:•....... 

t truft ypttil. pronounce it cool, \ifefal, 
nd hearty, 

kther Tlfamerls made one of the.paity» 

ft. ) ^.. . ■ ..../-. 

(hoold Britannia ungratefully treat 
tadjoi Jri icoatflbareo) the AorfiB of het 
leet? 

\ who with tail waftt year treafoi^to 
bore,* 

biMua of amufemaat be thought of o5 
aore? 

10 hit heft, in hit holiday cUtbce,. 
t the gay Thames hit afllflbwce baftowt} 
ufual to lendar the ihew more cofiipjfaty 
I raoiackM the wardrobe of Tayiftock 
»tre«t< . . 

riends in the court, and we*fe fiirnd* 

n the city ; 

bt, thaoy our plan it both uiaful and 

iretty j 

le fix chkbc have Join'd to defray all the 

chargaa, 

: lord-ma^or and aldermen lent oi their 

bargct. 

niad h9ir taeh candidate tuggM at tbt 
aat?: 

le managiBTi ftgra'^i how the confUblct 
ffore/ ' , 



Shall ye eYcr Ibifet bow the mob wti de^tghttfd. 
When the boatt aiJ run fool, and the ladiee 
were frighted f 

But the racei are o*er, the proceflion is cWd, 
The landing effefted, the clamour compos *d; 
The fare thac*t before ye, we hope you'll agree. 
Is better than coffee, roUt, batter, and tea* ' 

But ere ye return, and your faces fermllton 
With twifling alien- ind, ^ni friflung cociUioAy 
Thus with crotchet and ballad we greet every 

gueft, 
And welcome yon all to our otter-lij^e feaft* 

We>e firove t6 amufe you by water and land. 
Once Torrei to pleife ye, had fire at comman^i 
To charm ye ]h»uld be all the elements care. 
So next time weMl fix on a plan In the air. 



SONG 48. 

Wriuen by Mr. Con oft t vs. 

Songat Vauxhall. 

Q What joy does conqueft yield. 

When i^turning from the field? 
Shining in bis glittering arms* 

How the goid- like warrior charms ! 
Lsurel* wreaths his head furroundiog. 

Banners waving in the wind| 
Fame herg6ld>en trampft founding, 

£v*ry vui^e in concert joined* 

SONG 49* 
Stfng In the Qratorio of Sujanna^ 

^ S K if yon daoaafk rofe is fwcet. 

That fcents the ambient tir { 
Then aflc each fhepherd that yon meet| 
If dear 8«fanna*s fair. 

Say, will the nihofe quit his prey. 
And warble ihro* the grove ? 

Bid wanton linaetA quit tha fprayy 
Than doubt thy fhepherd't love. 

The fpoils'of war let heroes fhare^ 
Let pride in fplandoor fhine \ 

Ye bards, unenvy*d, laurels wear. 
Be fair Suianna mine. 



SONG 50. 

Morg ; A YASToaAt. 

Written by Mr. Shins ton x. 

Vf Y banks are all purnt(h*d witii bres, 

Whofe mnrmifr invites one to deep ; 
My grottos a^ iiaded with trees, 

And my hilis are white over with iheep s 
I feldom^iiave nret with a lofs, 

Stfc'h health do my moantaini bellow | 
aly fountains are bordered with mofs, 

Whet^the hare-belis and violets blow* 

Tve found out a gift for m^ C%W \ 
Tve ffond wUait \]^ wQ^-^^\t«ti\ Vn^ - 
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But, let rae tliat plunder furbeari 
» She*ll fiy *cwat a barbarous deed 3 
He ne*er could be true, tkt averred. 

Who cuuld rob a poor bird of ic*t young j 
And I lov*d her the mure when I heard 

Such teudemefs U\i t'rpin her toogue* 

But where does my Phillida flray^ 

And where a'e her grots and her bow*ri j 
Ara the grovci and the valliek as gay, 

And the (hepKerds ai gentle as ourt ? 
The groves may perhaps be as fair, 

The face of the vallies as fine; 
The fi^ains may in manners comparct 

But their love is not equal to mine. ' 



SONG 51. 

A TOUCH ON THR TIMIS. 

Written by J^mbs Woxidals, EC^, 

^ O M E liften, and laugh at the timet. 

Since folly was never fo ripe { 
ForcvVy man Uughs ^t thofe rhimct 

That give his own follies a wipe ; 
We live in a kind c f difguife j 

We Hatter, we lyr, and proteft^ 
Whiie each of us artfully tries 

Oo others to fallen the jeft. 

The virgin, when firft ihe Is woo'dj. 

Returns cv*ry figh with difdaio } 
And while by her lover purfu'd, 
'" Can laugh at hit folly and pain t 
But when from her innocence won, 

Aad doom'd for her virtue to mooroy 
When ihe finds herfelf loft and undone. 

He laughs (though unjgft) in his turn. 

The fo^ls, who at law do contend. 

Can Uufh at each other's diftrcAy 
Afid while the dire fuit does depend, 

Ne*er think how their fubftance grows left } 
Till hamperM by tedious expen^e^ 

Altho* to compound they arc loth, 
They'll find, when rcftor*d to their feofej 

The lawyers (it laughing at both* 

But while we perceive it the fa(hion 

For each ibol to laugh at the other, 
Let us ftrive, with a grn*rout compaflion. 

To cnrre£^, not coi.tcmn, one another. 
We all have feme f jUies to hi^e. 

Which, known, would difhonourthe beft; 
And \\(r, when *tls thoroughly try*d, 

Like friendlhip, will feem but a jeft. 

SONG 51. 

Sun; at Vaozha&l, 

J 1^0 sf I will with my fwato. 

He never once luink? J am wrong; 
He Itkes none to ^tW on the plain, 

i pleate him h well with my fong» 
A fong ii the ihepherd's delight} 

He hears me with joy all ihe oay { 
H^'s forry when comes the dull nighCf 
That haAens the end of ny Uy. 



With fpleoo tnd with care once epptcft*^ 

He adL*d me to footh him the whiU} 
My voice fet his mind all to reft^ 

And the ihepherd would Inftantly fmitCi 
Since when, or in mead, or in grove. 

By his flocks or the clear river-fide« 
I fing my be A fongt to my love. 

And to charm him it grown all mj priii* 

No btauty had I to endetff 

No treafureof nature, or art; 
But my voice, which had gain d on h!s far» 

Soon found out the way to hit heart ; 
To try If that voice would not picafe. 

He took me to join the gay throng; 
I won the lich pri^ with much cafb. 

And my fame's gone abroad with mj lbif> 

But let me not jealonfy raife; 

I wilh to enchant but my fwain ? 
Enough then for me is hit praifOf 

I fing but for him the lov*d drain* 
When youth, wealth and beauty nay fsi'a 

And your ihepherdt elude all )0QrfluU9 
Your fweetneft of fong may prevails ^ 

Apdgaio all your fwaint to yuur wilL 



S O N G 53. 

THX IONS OP ffSFTUNX. 

^H AT chear, brother tars ! our toili^ a^ 
all o*er, 

The high foaming billnws difturb us no morB| 
Rode Boreas now rufflea the ocean in vain^ 
We are clear of the danger at:ending the maia. 
Now each honeft heart take his bottle and la(S| 
For life is a moment that quickly will paft. 

Since life*s but a moment, How fdnfelefa are they 

Who loiter and trifle t|iat fltort fpace away ? 

We Willy my brave boys, our time nobly cm- 
ploy. 

For in women and wine arc the charmi tbH 
ne'er cloy 1 

Our hours, then^ in freedom and pleaforc well 
pafi, 

And onr caie will be loft betwist love and oaf 
glafs. 

Can* the politick ftatefmen, iho' ever fo frcat. 
Be fne from the cares and the turmoils of #atcr 
Orcah they, like feamcn, enjoy v^hile they Vm 
The pleafures that honour and honcft/ givef | 
*Tis out of their fphere, cunfviencewill inter* I 

lope, 
But liquor and love, are our anchor and hopc« 



SONG 54. 

THX aATIONAL LOVXB. 

Aw A Y, let nought to love difpleafing. 

My Winiftida, move thy fe/r ; 
Let nought uelay the heav'nly blcDing, 
Nor fqueamiib pridcj nor gloomy eare. 

What tho' no grants of royal donors 
Wilh poinpoui Ulles grace our blcbi. 



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line ifi fDore fubftantial honourty 

bt noble, we'll be good. 

10* from fortone*s livifh boonty 
ighty treafures we poflicfi ; 
nd within our pittance plenty^ 
>c content without excefi. 

II each kind retorning feafoa 
lent for our wiihei give } 
will II Te a life of reafon* 
.hat*i the only life to lire* 

ne, whilft rirtne thus we tendcry 
fweetly found where'er *tis fpokc i 
the great onet much ikall wonder^ 
they adroire fucb little folk. 

90th and age, in Jove excelling, 
hand in hand together tread} 
niling peace (hall crown our dwelliog, 
>abet, fweet fmiling babea, our bed. 

raid I love the pretty creatures, 
ft round my knees they fandJy clupg; 
em look their mother*a feacurea, 
:tr *em lifp their mother's tongue. 

ten with envy time tranfported 
think to rob ui of oor joys, 
n your girls again be courted, 

1 go wooing in my boys. 



SONG 55. 

IIKZNADI. 

$ung It Maitboki. 

K.E, my charmer, my Rofalind wake^ 

r flicpherd, thy ParidePs here ; 

lake off thy dumber, thou queen of my 

leart, 

[ct me thy beauties revere : 

ireft companions of mirth are all opy 

'onder they trip o*er the plain ; 

mr, or they'll chide the oeglcA of thy 

WW, 

acver beliere thee again. 

mc« while the birds are all whiftUng 

irouod, 

teaching foft echo to fing : 

Doming profufe of unpandlePd fweeti* 

I fpke on the zephyr's cool wing: 

0t while the fun at thy window peeps ip, 

(hooca his bold rays at thine eyes { 

»w» while thy Aepherd, thy P«ridel*a 

lere, 

f my dear Rofalind) rifis. 



S O N O 5$. 

Bung \n the PsdM. 

I a fttpheri's maid, to keep 
1 yonder plunt a flock of (heep ; 
eat'd 1*4 wateb; the live- long day, 
ea at feed> my lamba at play s 
iild fome bird that pitv bringi^ 

a BomcAt lead itS wl/igs ^ 



My parents. they might rave and (bold. 
My guardian ftrive my will to hold $ 
Their worda arc har(h, his walla tat higb^ 
But, fpite of all, away Td fly. 



SONG 57. 
A HtrNflKC aoNO. 

^ O ME, rouse, brother fportfrnest tSt hiOf 

ters all cry. 
We've got a.good fcent, and a fav'ring (kf | 
The horn^s fprightly notea^ and the lark's carif 

fong. 
Will chide the dull fportfmen for ilecpiog fa 

long. 

Bright Pheebus has (hewn as the glimpfe of 

his face, 
Pecp'd in at our windows, and call'd to tha 

chace ; 
He foon will be op, for his dawn wear« away^ 
And makes the fields bla(h with the beams of 

his ray. 

Sweet iMolly may teiie you, perhaps, to lie 

down; 
And If you refufe her, perhaps (he may frown : 
But tell her, that love muft to hunting give 

places 
For as well it her chirms, there are channi ia 

the ohace« 

Look yondf r, look yonder, old Reynaiti I fpy { 
At his bru(h nimbly follow bn(k Chanur and 

Fly J 
They feisc on their prey^ fee his eye-balla they 

roll)- 
We*re in at the death— now let's heme to tht 

bowl. 

There we'll (ill up our glaiTcs, and toaft to tht 

king J 
From a bumper fre(h loyalty ever will (priag $ 
To George, peace and glory may hraven d 1 fpenie. 
And fox-huoten flouri(ha thoufandyears heocf . 



SONG 5S. 

A PASTOBAJL SONG. 

Sung at Ranila/ih. 

Y^HAT ihepherd or nymph of ihe grove 

Can blame me for dropping a tear, 
Or lamenting aloud, aa I rove. 

Since Phoebe no longer is here ? 
My flocks» if at random thev (^ray. 

What wonder, if ihe*s (tm the plains ! 
Her hand they were wont to obey t 

She rul'd both the (heep and the fwMns. 

Can I ever forget how we ffjay*d 

To the foot of yon neighbouring. hiU, 
To the bow'r we had built in the ^aife. 

Or the river that runt by the mill I 
Th«re, fweet, by my fide as fte I .v. 

And heard the fond itories I told, 
.How fweet was the thruih from tK^ ^vc^^> 

Ot t\ic b\«sit\r.% t^^ Wts^^x iuMc^ litv^ Wa\ 
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How oft wou*d I fpy out a ehtrm» 

Which before had been hid from ny view ! 

And, while arm wm infolded in aroit 
My lips to her lipi how tbejr grew ! 

How long the fweet conteft wootd laft ! 

" Till the hcuri of retirement and reil; 

Whit pleafuiet aad pain each bad paft, 
Who longed h^d lov*d, and who beft. 

No changes of place, or of time, 

1 felt when my fair-one was near; 
Alike was each weather and clime. 

Each feafoo that ch^'quer^d the yeart 
In wiBter*8 rude Tap did we frees? , 

Did we melt on the bofom of May? 
Each morn brought contentment and cjfey 

If we rofe up to work or to play. 

She was all my fond ^tthtz coutd allc; 

She had all the kind godi could impart; 
She wai nature*i mod beauiirul taflc, 

The defpair and the envy of art; 
There all that it worthy to prize^ 

In ill that wai lovely was dreft ; 
For the graces were throned in her eyei, 
. And the virtues all lodg'd in her bread* 



SONG 59. 

AarruL chlo-e. 

J^S once on Chloe*s knee, in chat> 

The little playful Cupid f4t$ 

Hit arrows t!p*d with fmiles he foundy 

■ And /hot the random (haf^s around. 

Young Strephon fmird the god to fee| 
And cry'd. Blind archer, ihoot at me. 
FiiU oft the wanton, touch *d with pridCj 
Took aim, but Strephon ftep*d alidc. 

DcfifDiog Chiot cry*d, Forbear { 
And Tow'd their contcd now unfair. 
As Cupid's blind* young fwain» f^id ihci 
Uajuft it is that you AouJd fee. 

The daring fliepherd draight comply'd, 
Apd bliDdfvId now the god defy'd , 
While Chloe level'd right his dart, 
And ftruck out-witte4 Screphon's heart. 



SONG 60. 

Sung in the Cbaplcr» 

pUSH about the briikbowl, 'twill enliven 
the hearty 
While thas we fit ronnd en the grafa : * 
The lover, who OikM pf his fnfF'iiogt and 
fmart, 
Detcrvet to be reckoned an afs, an afs; 
Deferves to, &c. 

The wretch, who fiti watching his ill-gottea 
pelf. 
And wiflies to add to the mafc, 
Whaie*er the curmudgeon may think of him- 
felf, 
Deferves to be reckoned an ifs j 
Deierrei to, die* *^ 



The beau, who fo finarti with hU wcll-.p«#a 
der*d hair. 

An aogel beholds in his glafa* 
And thinks with grimace to fubdut aU the £iir| 

Deferves to be reckon '4 as afs y 

Deferves to, dipc. 

The merchant from climate to cliaiti will 
roam, 

Of Crcfos the wealth to forpafti 
And oft, whilehc's wandVing»my ladyathont 

Claps the horns of an ox on the afsi 

Claps the, ftc. 

The lawyer fo grave, when he |»utt In hit pU% 
With forehead well cover'd with brafa, 

Tho* he talks to no purpofe^ he pockets yonrfcc}. 
There you, my good friend, are the aft| 
There you, fcc. 

The formal phyfician, who knows eViy iU». 

Shall lad be produced in this clafa ; 
The fick man awhile may confide in hit fltilf, 

But death proves the dodor an afs | 

But death, &c. 

Then let os, companions, be jovial and gaff 
' By turnt take our bottle and lafs ; 
For he who his pleafure puts off for a day^ 

Deferves to be reckoned an afs, an afs| 

Deferves to, &c. 



SONG €1. 

C0NTIKT| A PASTOaAL BALLAD. 

Written by Mr. Cvmminonaii. 

0*£R- moorlands and moQntaini» mde, bar« 
reo and bare. 
As wilder'd and weary*d J roam, 
A gentle young ihepherdefs fees my dci^iiff 

And leads me o*er lawns to her hnatf 
Yellow ihcave:, from rich Cerei, her cottafe 
had crown *d^ 
Green ruftes were ftrew*d on the floor | 
Her cafement fweet woodbiaat ci«fC waiitofilf 
round, 
And deckM the fod feats at her door. 



We fat ourfelvcs down to a cooling repdib 
Frcflk frniu, and ihe cvird me che beft; 
While thrown from mj goard^ by Ibmo f lan^ 
ces ihe cad. 
Love dily dole into my bread. 
I told my fofc withes, die fweetly fcp)y*d| 

(Ye virgins her voice was divine) 
J*ve rich ones rrjedted, and great ones deny'd^ 
! Yet take me, fond diepherd, I*m thine. 

• Her air was fo moded, her afpedi (o meek. 

So fimple, yet fweet were her charms $ 
1 kifsM the riperofet thatglow*d on her cheeky 

And lock*d the lovVmaid in my arms. 
Now jocund together we tend a ftw flicep { 

And if, on the banks by the ftnam, 
Reclin*d on her bofom* I-fink into fietp. 

Her image Aill fofteno my dream. 

Together we range o*f r the flow-rUiflg hills» 
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i tlie rack where the ftreamlct diftlli 
ark out new themes for my mafe. 
or proiKl ticks ftie oe*er did afpire^ 
mfel't of humble descent ; 
igtr Peace is well known for herfirc, 
epbtrds hav« nam*d her Content. 



SONG 6a. 

t LITTLK C0Q.U«TT«. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

bill fo yonag, and fcarce fifteeoy 
t fweethearu I have plenty } 
>re forward I had beeny 
I they had been twenty, 
ing flies, or wafps with ftings^ 
ma they hover round me : 
'ay thoft humming things, 
ave no power to wound me. 

n not much to bUme, 
t with one and c'other } 
riife no rcddifli fliame^ 
lying with one*s brother, 
tear what each can fay, 
what they'd be doing j 
1 they think me moft their prey» 
theft off from roin. 

0* in crowds I pafs the day» 
1 my joy is teising, 
one l*d not be gay, 
e ihould be too plrifing. 
Ily Hotter here and there, 
ce their idle ftatlon; 
f cttch my eye and ear, 
fc no palpitation. 

COOK Harry, Tom, and Phil, 

nmben won^t alarm me} 

me, I'm ih fafety ftill, 

ly one can harnr nfe. 

his folly, nymphs, be kind^ 

ting's bat a feafon $ 

er groWb, t^'one refign'd, 

d to love and reafon. 



SO N G 63. 

PAtTOBAL BALLAD. 

Saig K Vausrall. 

fe me» the more, and to change the 

11 icene, 

tooi(b me oh to the fports on the green ; 

*rj £nc fight would he tempt me to 

im» 

irM fes my heart (hould grow weary 



my ibt|iherd, fo food and C» kind, 
tear cot and troe pleafnres behind ;. 
a$I went, faw 'twas foUy to roam, 
li thB joy was that grew not at home. 

9 be praii^d, was to me no delight, 
r «o ff aio wUh wfQwa io my fight j 



Then how could I wifli all abroad thns to roam* 
When love and conientment were always at 
home? 

Like the bird in the cage, who's been kept 

there too long, 
I'm bleft as I can be, and fing my glad fong ) 
I aik not again in the woodlands to roami 
Nor chufe to be free, nor to fty from my home. 

Ye nymphs, and ye fhepherds, fo frolick and 

. «»)» 
Who in roving now flatter yottr moments twayj 
Believe it, my aim iball be never to roam. 
But to live my life through, and be happy at 
home. 



S O N G 64. 
raiBVDiNir. 

'PHE world, my dear Mira, is full of deceit^ 

And friendflilp'sajewel we (eidomcan m«ct| ' 
How ftrange does it leem, that in fearching 

around. 
This fource of content is fo rare to be found ! 
Oh ! friendlhip, thou balm, and rich fweet'ntff 

of life, 
Kind parent of eafe, and compofer of ftrife ; 
Without thee, alas ! what are riches and powV, 
But empty deluiions, the joys of an hour. 

How much to be priz'd and efteem'd is a frfend» 
On wliom we may always with fafety depend ? 
Our joys when extended will always incrtttfe, ' 
And griefs, when divided, are huih'd into ptace. 
When fortune is fmiling, what crowda wiU 

appear, 
Their kindnefs to tfffer, and friendAip 6ocgiSL| , 
Yet change but the profpe^ and point out ' 

diftrefs, 
No longer to court you they eagerly prefs. 



SONG 65. 

Sung ia the Elefmeat^ 

QOUl. hafte to the wedding, ye frleada uA ' 
ye. neighbours. 

The lovers their blifs can no longer delay ; 
Forget all your forrows, yoor care, and your 
labours. 

And let ev'ry heart beat with rapture to-day s 
Ye vot'ries all, attend to my call. 

Come revel in pleafaru that never can cloy. 
Come, fee roralfelidty, 
Whtch love aAd innocence ever enjoy. 

Let envy, let pride, let hate and ambition. 
Still croud to, and beat at the brdaft of chc 
great J 

T* f«ch wretched pafflohs we gWe no adtnlflloTU. 
But leave them alone to the wife-ones of 
ftate ; 
:Wc boaft vf no wealth, but contentment and ' 
• health. 
In mirth and in ftlcTiiftd)^ ^\^t nkQtvvttkXx «^'- 
p»oy. 
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With reafon we tafte of each bcart-ftirrin; plea- 
furc» 
With rrafon we diinic of the fail-flowing 

bowl y 

An pcund and gay, but all within meafure. 
For fatal excefs vyill enflave the free fool. 

Then coroe at oar bidciing to thit happy wed- 
ding* 
No care fliatl intradr, here» ourblifs to annoy. 

Come, fee rural felicity, &c. 



SONG 66. 

THE HAPPY SUKPaiZZ. 

^W H I L £ autumn weighi down the late year, 
' And harveft is thick on the ground j 

The grapea in thick duAcri appear, 
The village with plenty is crown*d} 

I tell to the lone woods my grief, 

For Laura fo fair fled away ^ 
Nor mu(ic can yield me relief, 

I figh for her all the long day. 

I rov*d o*er the once happy plain. 
The woodlands and vairs in defpair; 

The nightingale echo'd my ilrain. 
But Laura, alas ! was not there. 

ItOTB'd from the dew-weepiog grove, 
1 law her refplendcnt in cbarma : 

*Twaa ihe, or the goddefs of love } 
'Twaa Laura return *d to my arms ! 

flo lofiger my fair-one will ftray, 

Tbo* wintrr^s approachea I fee, 
I baik on the bofom of May, 

*TwiU aiways be fummer wHh roe. 



SONG 67. 

A BACCHANALIAN BALLAD. 

Q Greedy Midat, Tve been told, 

That what you touch yoa turn to gold } 
Oh ! had I but a power like thine, 

Vi turn wbate*cr 1 touck to wine. 
Each purling dream fliould feel my for«e| 

Each fiih my fatal power mourn. 
And wond*ring at the mighty change^ 

Should in their native legions burn* 

Nor Aouid there any dare approach 
Unto my mamiing, fparkling vine» 

But fi'ft fliould pay their rires to me. 
And ftile me only god of wine. 



SONG. 68. 

Song ft MABTBONt* 

^yHKN cour^d by Strtphoo, what paiiit 
then he (uok. 

Each day on my cbarms to refine; 
So much of jin angel be faw in my iookf 

That he fwinc 1 was lomeihing divine. 

X/^r Venuf in besutvt I'lktlxtno in fait^ 
XJcc /^a.'.'aj mvit y*- oadctUi wife | 



And thut of three deities fairly, In prs 
He purIoin*J, to pleafe me, the ikiet 

But when I was marry 'd, more trouble be 
To make me a woman a^aui ; 

My notions celeftial fo much did abotin* 
That a guddefs I ftill would remain. 

But fiodiog that his adoration would cc 
My fenfes at lafl were reftor*d ; 

Fronn fublimity genrly defcending to pe 
I begg*d t6 be iov*d, not ador*d* 

Be cautious, ye youths, with the nymp 
you ptite, 
Nor too much her beauty commend ; 
When once you have raU*d the fair m 
the (kies. 
To the earth ihe*ll not eafy defcend. 



SONG 69. 

WILLY J A SCOTCH BALLAD, 

Sung at Vauxhall. 
'^ I T H tuneful pipe and merry gl< 

Young Willy won my heart, 
A blythcr fwain you could at fce^ 

All beauty without art. 
WUIy's rare, and Willy's fair, 
And Willy's wondVous bonny | 

And Willy fays he*il marry me 
Gin e*er he'll marry ony. 
O came you by yon water- fide^ 

PuU'd you the rofe or lily. 
Or came you by yon^meadow green, 
Or faw you my fweet Willy. 

Willy's rare, and Willy's fair, &< 
Syne now the trees are in their bloom 

And flowVa fpread o'er ilka field, 
ril meet my lad among the broom» 
And lead him to my fommer's fliiel 
Willy's rare, and WUly'a fait, « 



SONG 70. 

CORYDON ; A PAITOBAt. 

To the Memory of W. Smbnitonbi 
Written by Mr. Cunningham. 

([)OME, (hepberds, we'^Il follow the he 
WeMI fee our lovM Corydon laid ^ 
Tho' forrow may blemifli the verfc. 

Vet let the fad tribute be paid. 
They calPd him the pride of the plain 5 

In footh he was gentle and kind 1 
He mark*d, in hts elegant ftrain. 

The graces that glow'd In hia mind. 

On ptirpcfe he planted yon frees, 

Thar birds in the covert might dwell 

Hr cultuf'd his thyme for the bees. 
But never once riflsd their cell. 

Ye lambkins, who play*d at his f^ctj 
Go bleat, aihl your mafter bemoan | 

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lure fhill cover the vale, 
•loom on the bloiroqos appear: 
eeta of the foicik /Iiall fail, 
wfjnter difcolour the ye^r. 
s in our hedges Aall fm^, 
hedges fo yocal before) 
c that fliould welcome the Tpringi 
p^eet the gey feafoo no more. 

\\i% was fond of his pra'fe, 
poets came round in a throng) 
Hen'd— they envy'd his lays, 
rhich of them equal *d his fong ? 
herds, henceforward be fBute^ 
>ft is the paftoral ftrxin j 
mc 01 J Cory don't flutC, 
;hus— let me break it iu twain. 



«3 



S O N 

A MVNTINO SONG. 



71. 



IN Phcebusbeglos juft topeepo*erthe 
hills, 

hums we awaken the day, 
ize brother fportfmen, who iluggifiily 
leep, 

haik! CO the woods, hark away I 
hoondt ire uncoupled in mufical cry, 
Tweetly It echoes atound $ 
;h-metUcd fteeds wi ill, their neighing 
il Teem 
pleafure toecho the^ownd. 

«here Hy Reynard, with pannlck and 

read, - 

Unce.o*<er htJIocks d.oth bound; 

k on the fcent riy with rapid career, 

! the horns ! O howTwcetiy they found! 

to the chace, o*er hills anU o'er dale*, 

logers we nobly defy ; 

,s ere all ftour, and o^t fpottt w^^U 

urfue, 

ihouts thatrefound to the iky. 

low he lags, all his arts are in vaioy 
iger with fwifmefs he flics ; ' 
indin his fury determines his fate, 
raitor 'u feiz'd on and dies. 
>uting and joy we retnrn from the field, 
drink crown the fports of the day ; 
r^ll we recline, tiil the hurn calli again, 
away to the woodlands, away. 



SONG 72. 

rXX COMPLAINING MAID. j 

Sang at Vauxuall* 

pherds, who Aray with my fwain^ 
panions in fport, arid in youih> 
)im how great is my pnin ! 
grief e for the lofs ot his truth ! 

)imi how oft has he fwore 
icf woo Id ccafe 10 be mine f 
me his faith to deplore, 
Ji bcari-bicAking tsgaiib rf pint ! 



Remind him how oft» in (he ^OTe, 
Ac my feet he iu raptures would knee!. 

And implore me to pitv h!& tore, 

Till he taught mc, fund ibol, how to fetM 

O 1 tell him, *tis now he muH come, 
For more my fond heart c^onot beari 

Or the ma'd^ns will carry me hotne. 
The viAim of love and defpair. 

' ' ' - . ■ ■ ■ -T. 

SONG 73. 

A SCUTCA BALLAD. 

Sung at Vauxhall, 

J^O V E never more Aall give me paifi^ 

My l''ancy's fix'4 on thee ; 
Nor ever maid my heart (hall galn^ 
My Pegjy, if thou die. 

Thy beauties did fuch pleafuve give^ 

Thy love fo true to me : 
Without thee 1 Hiall never live. 

My deary, if thou. die. 

If fate ihail tear thee from my breaft. 

How ihail 1 lonetyftrayi 
In dreary dteims the nfghts 1*11 wafte^ 
In fight the iileht day. 

I ne*er can fo much vrrtue find. 

Nor fuch peife^Iou fucj 
Then ril renounce all woman-kindy 

My Peggy, afcer ihee. 

No new-blown beauty fiscs my breaft 

With Cupid's raviu;; ngt \ 
But thine, which can (uch fweets impirfy 

Muft all the world engage. 

*T«as this thafy like tLe ittomtng fun* 

Gave joy to life and me ; 
And when it*s deftin'd day is done, 

Wiih Peggy let me die. 

Ve pow*rs that fmile on virtuous love* 

And in fuch pleafures fh^ie j 
You, who it's faithful Aames approve^ 

With pity view ihe f4ir. 

Reftore my Peggy^i wonted charmiy 

Thufe charms fo dear to mej 
Oh ! never rob thein from thefe arniy 

TiAIuft if Peg^y die. 

SONG 74. 

THE IFFORTS OF LOVI AND MUSIC. , 

nr H E morning op*d fmilingy all nature was 

And Flora had chequet*d the prove; 
The thrufh and the linnet were beard on the 
fpr-y, 
Attuning their voices to love. 

Young Damon, well pleas*d, in a woodbine 
retreat, 

To Phillis unbofohi*d bis mind ; 
But his pallion in vain did the Ihephe^i repeat, 

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In morman fof^ mufic now glidtt thro* tbe air. 

To harmony wakens the valej 
The nymph cau«hc the found, wheo her rap- 
tures declare 

Foil hopes of fuccefs to his t«te« 

£zulting» thus Damon his wifhes czprefs'd— 
Thafe notes breaching love's gentle Are, 

Speak joy to Alexis, with Sylvia blefs'd. 
And lore alt their virtues infpire: 

O ceafe then* my deareft, to treat with dif- 
dain 

An heart fway'd by virtue and lovf ^ 
But hafte to yon fane at the top of the plain. 

And Hymen's mild influence prove. 

Th«s muCic and love were too murh for the fairj 
In vain /he her wifhcs would hidc^ 

Her blufh^s the ftate of her bn(om dedare. 
And Damon could not be deny^d. 



S O NG 



75- 



A MASC^VXKADS f O N O* 

Written by the Editor. 

JOIN with me, ye motley band, 
"^ And the pleafures of the nightj 
Let the mufe> bv your command. 
Give their. tribuiar J right. 

Youth and beauty here are fttn, 

Whei^ full threefcorc years have paft j 

And the maid that's fcarce fifteen, 
By htr graodame is furpafs'd. 

Bucks, that fifty years ago 

Boafted joys they ne'er obCsinM, 

Now are found as youthful beaux, 
And their folly have regained. 

AH conditions may appear 

In what chara^er they pleafe j 

And the wretched here may wear 
Featluvs Ueft with health and eafe. 

In the world at large, we fee. 
Many do their hearts difguife; 

Bur, in our epitome> 

No fuch foal dcceptioB liei* 

Here vre only foek to (itde 

Faults of age vvith charms of yoath» 
IVhile within oor breafis refide 
• Hearu that (acred ar* to truth • 



SONG 76. 

A r&KE-MA&ON*S SOMO* 

^ O M E, let ui prepare. 
We brother* thit are 
Met together on merry occafion; 

Let's drink, Uugh» andfing. 

Our wine has a f^nag ; 
Here*s a heblih u an accepted mafoo* 

The world ii in pain 
Our fecret to gain, 
But AiJl Jet ihcm wonder and gysc on{ 



Till theyVe (hewn the light. 
They'll ne'er know the right 
Woid or fign of an accepted mafoo* 

*Tis this, and *tis that. 

They cannot tell whaty 
Why fo many great men in theaatioa 

Should aprons put 00, 

To make themfelves one 
With a free and an accepted malba. 

Great kings, dukes, and lords. 

Have laid by theirfwordf. 
This our roy(l*ry to put a good grace 00 1 

And ae*er been afiiam*d. 

To hear themfelves namM 
With a frtt and an accepted mefoDa 

Antiquity's pride 

We have on our fide. 
It makes each man jult in h's (lation; 

There's nought but what's goodj 

To be underftood 
By a free and an accepted mafop. 

We're true and fincere, 

We're juft to the fair. 
They'll truft us on ev'ry occafion 3 

No mortal can more 

The ladies adore. 
Than a free and an aco^^ mafoa. 

Then join hand injMti'' ' 

To each other finrilfiW; - 
Let's be merry, and put a bright face onj 

No mortal cun boaft 

So noble t tosft. 
As a free and an accepted mafon. 



S O N G 77* 

ABSSNCI. 

» 

IJOW heavy the time rolls along. 

Now Julia is out of my fight! 
How dull IS the nightingale's fong. .. .. 
That once us'd to give fuch delight } 

The meadows that fecmed (6 green. 
Now lofe all the ferdure of May j 

The cowfiip and violet are feen 
To droop, fade, and wither away. 

Bright Phoebus no Ictnger can pleafe * 
Gay profpeAs no longer can charm! 

E*en mufic afibrds me no eafe, 
Tho' wont ev'ry pafiion to calm. 

My flocks, too, diforderly flray. 

And bleat their complaints In my ear} 

Nft^more they leap, frolic, and play, 
Vtttfad, like their mafter, appear. 

But ah! if my Julia were feen. 

My flocks, huw titey'ci flcip o'er the plair 
Bach flow'ret would fpring cm the green. 

And nightingales charm me again. 

For her a green arbour I've made, 
Enrich'd with each fragrant flowV 

The fun's fcorchiog heat it will fliade. 
And her beauty preieivc (torn his pojfV. 



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Return tliMy mj Mr-oocy rctarny 
Yoor comini no longer deUff 

O leave not your fliepherd to mouro^ 
But hafteny my cheriDer, away. 



S O N O 78. 

Song in the B^ttamorphofeu 

y^H AT ftate of life can be fo Ueft 

At love tbat warmi the lover*! btcaft | 
Two fouli in one the fame dcfire. 
To grant the blift» and to require f 

But if in heav*n a hell we find^ 
*Tit all from thee, oh 1 jealoufy^ 

Thou tyrant of the mind. 

Falfe in thy glafi all objeAi are. 
Some fet too neary and fome too far | 
ThoiB art the fin of endleft night, 
The fire that burni, and gives no light. 

All torments, ev'ry ill, we find 
In only thee» oh ! Scaloufyy 

Thou t)rant of the mind. 



S O N O 79. 

ClAMACKtSK MOLLY} AN IllfH AIR. 

^S down on Bannajs^nkt 1 firay'd« one 
evening in Ma/» 

Th« little birds, in olytheft notciy aado vo- 
cal cv*ry {pray x 

They fung their little tales of love, they fung 
them o*cr and o*er. 

Ahl gramachree, ma choUtCDOoge, mt Molly, 
aihtoret 

The daify dy*d, and all the fwettty the dawa. 

of nature yieldt. 
The primrofe pale, and vi*let blue, lay fcatter*d 

o'er the fields; 
Such fragrance \tk the bofom lies of her whom. 

I adore. 
Ah ! gramachree, frc. 

T laid me down upon a baak, bewailing my fad 

fate. 
That doom*d me thni the flave of love» and 

cmel Molly *• hatej 
How can Oie break the honeft heart that wears 

her in it*s core } 
Ah ! gramathree, &c» 

You faid you lov*d me, Molly deart Ah! why 

did! believe f 
Yet who iottld think fuch tender wofda were 

meant bot to deceive ? 
That love wis ell I aik*d on earthy aay« Heaven 

coold give no more. 
Ah! gramachree, &c« 

O \ had I all the flock* tbat gmt oa yonder 

yellow hitli 
Or low*d for me the oom*rotti htrdi that yon 

green pafinre fill} 
With her I love, Ti gladJj §M% nj kia# tad 

fleocy dore. < 

^h ! granachrt'e^ Im«- 



Two turtle-doves, above my head, fat courting 

on a bough, 
I envy*d them their happinefs, to fee them bill 

and coo; 
Such fondnefs once for me ihe IhewV, butaow^ 

aUs I *ti8 o*cr. 
Ah ! gramachree, Stt,% 

Then fare thee well, my MoTly dear, thy loff 

I e'er ihall mourn } 
While life remains in Screphon'i heart, *twill 

beat for thee alone \ 
Tho* thou art falfe» may Heav*a on thee it*a 

choicsfl bteilings pour. 
Ah! gramachree, &c. 



SONG 80. 

DSLIA*S PI O MI SI. 

Song at Vavhzall. 

'Y^HE happy moments now sre near 
When Delia promised to be here 9 
Calm ftilhiefs rules, no a«phyr« move^ 
The hour it foft, and calU to love. 

But hark ! there's mufic, 'tis her voice* 
*Ti« Delia Hngs— ye birds rejoice: 
Huih every breexe, let nothing move* 
For deareft Delia fings of love. 

Come, let the foft enchantiog fcene* 
Thefe many walks for ever green | 
Let this light-excluding grove 
Incline my fair to hear of love. 

Cupid is jealous of ^is powV \ 
O come then, this is Hymcn*s hours 
If Delia does my claim approve. 
This is the hwur for j.^y and love. 



SONG 81. 

Written by Mr. Cvnnincram. 

] Said^^n the banks by the ilreamf 

Tve pip'd for the fliepherdi too long t 
Oh, grant me, ye mufes, a theme. 
Where glory may brighten my fong I 

But Pan bade me ftick to my ftratn* 
Nor ieflbns too lofty rehearfe \ 

Ambition befits not a fwain* 
And Phillis loves paftoral verfe. 

The rofe, tho* a beautiful red. 
Looks faded to Phillis*s bloom ; 

And the breese firom the bean*fiow*r bed* 
To her breath's but a feeble perfume t 

The dew-drop fo limpid and gay* 
That loofe on the violet lies, 

Th9* brigl^ren*d by Phcsbus's ray. 
Wants luftre, compared to her eyes. 

A lily I plucked In full pride* 

]t*s frethncfs with her*s to compare^ 
And fooliftly thought, (till I tryM} 

Tha ilow'rct'was t^^v^VV^ {%\i* 



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Haw« Cofydofly could you oiiftakc? 

Your fault be with fofow confefty 
Tott Uid» the white fwiot oo the I«k« 

For foftneft might rival her brtaft* 
While fho« I went on in ber praife. 

My Phillit pafs'd fportive along t 
Ye poetK, I covet no bayiy 

She fa)ii*d«--a reward for my foAg I 

I find the god pan's in the right. 

No fante't like the fair-ope*! applauli! 

And Cupid muft cruwn with delight 
THe flMphc/d that fiogi in hit caufe. 



SONG 8s. 

TKS tOSV DAWV« 

Sopg at Vauzhall. 

^V H £ V prinrofe fweet bedccki the yetr. 

And fportive laftibkins plajj 
When lilies in each vale appear, 

And mufic wkcs the day t 
With joy I meet my ihephcrd fwalg 

Come tiipping o*er the lawn ; 
Then band in hand we range the plain^ 

To hail the rofjr dawn. 

Well p1ea9*d I ben his artlefs rale« 

While rural iceoei delight j 
beneath the beech in yonder dale, 

H\\ muiic charms the night. 
Wben mom retams| 1 meet my fwalA 

Come tripping o*er the Iswn ) 
Then band iti han't we range the plain. 

To bail the rofy dawn* 

Withept a btoft to churp k Til haile 

With him who has my heart; 
While love invites, no time I'll w^ftC| 

Np more we*ll ever psft i 
And when returning with my fw4in« 

We trip it o'er the lawn ) 
While hand in hand we range the plains 

We*ll hail the rofy dawn. 

SONG 83. 

A tCOTCII BALLAD* 

Sung at Vauxrall. 

QN Tgy^s green banks Til boldly ttQ 

The love J have (or Jockeyi 
Atttnd my fbng, each bj^thfomo bclic^ 

And ftepherdt, hither flock ye. 
I gav« my heart to that fond fwa!a| 

W|io won it of me fairly { 
rd do*t if *twere to do again, 

J love him ftill fo dearly. 

Bts mannert|bft, tho' ftrong hit m\ni^ 

Not fickle like the weather, 
f7ot crofs to-day, co-morrow kind. 

And lighter then a fieatheri 
His words and a<ftions both agree, 

Hisumpef'i Wirnt, ou( heady s 
He** dlwaya goed and jtift to mCj^ 

Tf Mrc ltd hoAOiir ftefdy« 



For hb own felf, I like «f fwniii, 

I know his worth and natiito s 
ril giv« him not a moment*! pais. 

Nor wrong To fweet a creatiue* 
No girl on Tweed, on Clyde, or Spejfy 

Is bom to fo much pleafute^ 
As is the inerry lafi of Toy, 

Or dofer hugs her treafure. 



SONG 84. 

Sang in die MttMmkrfh^m 

\ An a tinker by ciy trada. 
Each day I live 1 mend { 

Fm fuch an oniverfal friend, 
I hide the faults by others mide« 

Work for the tinker, hot good wffca; 
*Twere well, while I yoor ketttetmend« 

If you*d amend your lifea. 

The beft that*s going is my trade, 

*Tis even better than the law s 
By them are breaches wider made^ 

Idtily ftop op miny a flaw- 
That we flioold mend, it each man*s cry, 

■ A dodrine *ut that all will teach | 
Then how much better, pray, am I, 

Who praAife what they only preach } 



SONG 85. 

Sung in the Devil fo Ptfp. 

Y £ gods ! ye gave to me e wifo,. 
Out of your grace and favour^ 
To be the comfort of n^y life. 
And I was glad to hare her 1 

Bot if ydurprofidence divine 
For greater blifs defign her; 

To obey your will, at any time, 
Fm ready Co refign her. 



SONG 86. 
TKx caoss-rvaposit. 

Sang at RAHttAoa* 

f OM loves Mary paffing well. 
And Mary ihe loves Harrv \ 
But Harry (i«hsf»r bonny Ball, 

And finds his love mifcarry ; 
For bonny Belt forJThomat burnt, 

Whilft Mary flights hit paflion \ 
So ftrangely frtakiih are the, turne 

Of human inclination. 

Moll gave Hal a wreath ^f flow*n. 

Which he, in amVout folly, 
Condgn*d to Belt, and in few honra 

It came again to Molly t 
Thus all by turns are woo'd and woo* 

No turtles can be truer j 
S'ach loves the objed they purfuc^ 

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If MwT» Th^mu griff 9f> 
Hal ittfltkiUMtyi 
le'doiirt which fecll rvctivM 
*on) fte Tcntt on Htrrja 
all tht four bit frown *d, 
'er fjpw people grvmiicr; 
I fmU'4» It catches rovndf 
tre 19 gopdrhoAMMr* 

«m hfoce tl^it ieflba le^joa 
boat the Briciih nation ; 
li 'tU<ev*r]r one's coaccm 
le at rc£matioB* 
thro* life, this nile poxfuej 
er pbjeds ftrike yoiiy 
> cbtoi that fancy jpa^ 
kofe jrott lovo may like job* 



SONG S7. 

>'xft ,THX Lit) A ICOTCH fOUO. 
SllAg at yAUXHAX.1.* 

marry Obj men hot Sandy o*cr the 

II ha my S^dy Lad^ my Sandy 6*ar 

yt a fc^Bimf kiAof 9 *yt a kiAng me« 
:1iaTf the miAlfter, for all hiaggdly 

(iU i the lawyer hare, for oH h!i wHy 

90k9{ 

: have the plowman lad^ nor yet will 

the miilcry 

J h^fe vof $Mdy Ladf wilhovt Me 

jmy fillers 

For hf*9 9Jt • killing, ftc 

t have tho foldier lad» for he gtngi to 
le wjUPf 

: have fhe failor M$ becanlii ht finelli 
•tar^ 

c ^fi fehg lord Aor lairdf ht all their 
ickic gear ; 

II have my Sandy Lid« my Sandy o*er 
it meir : . 
For hc*i aye a kiffingi 4f^ 



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TUB CAFTITK* 
imig at VAV>«At£« 

LS T a captiTt to your chamiti 
I fold yon in my arms } 
6gh and fwcar I*m tnie» 
lovft no girl but yoa ) 
n I fay yoor face is fair, 
of jpa beyon4 cooiparOf 
K>r mind and temper t9o» 
: him who loHs but you. 

deat open yoo more 
ephard did on nymph hefbrf* 
bid the world adlcu^ 
Wfpi mllsTt jo«? 



O'er )e«da god w^veo «r>th you !*t1 flyt 
Wich yoa 111 live^ with you VlidUi 
Whate'er yo«*ll have of me 1*11 do$ 
Then think 1 none caa Jove but you. 

Whilft I breathe my ardent flamt« 
Hat your bofom caught the famof 
l^t m^k^n, dear gixl* my due; 
Love him, theoy who loves but you* 
Sweet your look, and fond yoor figh^ 
To my wUies now comply t 
Hymen daimt| to-day; bis doe ; 
Love nee, thcn» at I love you. 

S O N O 89. 

TkX IHCOKtTAXfT. 

Sung at MAaTBo]iX4 

YOUNG Damwi with fedpdog art 

His deathleft paiSon pleads. 
Bids Sylvia take his conftanc heart} 

She lovesy and he fucceedi. 
Yet he her kifs-imprinted lipa 

Porf4c<s within the hour{ 
And apes the roving bee, chat fipi 

The fwtett of ev*ry dow'r* 

New olije^ now attrad hit eyee^ 

Sobdu*d by other oharmsi 
While h^cfc Sylvia vainly tryt 

To lore him to her arme. 
Of chlty yc blooming fiir» be fore^ 

If virtue onct give Way,. 
The heart you think you hold ftcMrVf- 

No longer owns your fway« 



SONG 90. 

Written by G« A. Ststixs. 

"^HBN Jove waa refolvM to create the 
round earth* 

HefubpoAed the virtues ditine | 
Young Bafchua-he fat ^isectdeotum of mirth, 

And the toaft was^ wit, women, and wine* 

The fcntiment tickled the ear of eech god) 

Apollo ho wink*d to the oine| 
And Venus gave Mars, too| a fly wanton nQ4# 

When ike drank to wit, v^romeni and winrk 

Ol^oveihook bis fides, aiid thecnp pot aroupi* 
WMle Juno, for once, look'd divine : 

Thefe bleffingt, fayi hOi Ihall on garth how 
thoandf 
And the toaft is, w1t» woatni and vrioc* 

Theft arc joya worthy goda» which to morcala 
are ghr'n, 
Says Momut t who will not ropioe^ 
For what's wprth oor notice^ pray tell asc, Ut 
heav*n. 
If mrn have wit, i^oQiea, and wine; 

This Joke you'll repent, I'll lay fifty to fcveni 

Such attraAioA* no po«*r can decline | 
Old Jove, by yourfvif yoa*Ii foon keep houfe Ul 
Ifctv'n, 
For we foWow wV^ iiot&tT.> %Til V\t«% 
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Thou*rt right, fiyi old JofC^ let ut hc&ce to 
tb« earth. 
Men and godi think viricty 6ne ) 
Wbo*d (lay in the doudty when good'nitore 
and mirth 
Are below, with wir^ womeni and wine? 



8 O K O 9r. 

THE roaiAKEN KYMfH. 

QUARDIAN Angets, now protcd me, 

Send« ahl fend tht youth 1 love) 
Deign, O Cupid, to. dircA me. 

Lead me thro* the myrtle grove. 
Bear my fighs, foft-floating air. 
Say I love him to delpair j 
Tell him *tii for him 1 grieve^ 
For him alone 1 wilh to live. 

*Mid fednded delli Til wander. 

Silent as the ibadet of night. 
Near fome bubbling rili*s meander 

Where he erft hai bleft my tight) 
There to weep the night ewayt 
There to w^fte in fighs the day* 
Think, fond yooth, what vows yon fworcy 
And muft I never fee thee more ? 

Then reclufe ihall be my dwdlinf» 
Deep in Tome frquefter*d valei 

There with mournful cadence fwcUiog 
Oft repeat my love-6ck tale s 

And the lark and Philomel 

Oft fhall hear a virgin tell 

What the pain to bid adieu 

To joy, to happinefs, and you* 



SONG 92. 

THE TRANSFORMATION. 

"yVHOE'ER with curious eye hu rangM 

Thro* Ovid*s tales, has feen 
flov Jove, incens*d, to monkies changed 

A tribe of wotthlefs men. 
Repentant foon, th* offending race 

Intreat the injured pow'r. 
To give them back the human ficCf 

And rearon*s aid reftore. 

Jove, footh*d at length, his ear iQclIo*d| 

And granted half their prayV $ 
But toother half he bid the wind 

Difperfe in empty air. 
Scarce had the thundVer giv*n the nod. 

That ihook the vaulud ikies. 
With haughtier air tht creatures ftrode. 

And flretch*d their dwindled fixe. 

The hair in curls luxurious now 

Around their temples fpreadj 
The tail, that whilom hung below. 

Now dangled from the head. 
The head remains unchaog'd within^ 

Nor altered' much the face, 
It ftill retains it's native grin^ 

And ail tt't old grimace. 



Thus half tnnBfem*^, ind liilf tht fiuB% 

Jove bade them take their place, 
Reftoring them their ancient claim 

Among (he human race. 
Man with contempt the brute fmrty^df 

Nor would a name beftowf 
But woman lik*d the motley breed* 

And caird the thing a beau. 



SONG 93. 

Sung in the Mttswrfhrfet, 
AH, dear Marcella ! maid divine^ 

No more will I at fate replaCy 
If i this day behOld thee mine* 
For dearly do I love thee. 

Thy eafe (hall be my fweet emp1oj> 
My conftant ca,rc» my ey'ry joj; 
May then no chance my hopes de(Uoy» 
For dearly do I love thee. 

Sweet is the woodbine to the ber^ 
The rifing fun to ev*ry tree^ 
But fweeter far art thou tO mf» 
For dearly do I love thte. 

And let me but behold thee mlnOy 
No more will 1 at fate rtpinoy 
But while I live, thoo maijd divine^ 
With rapture will I love thee. 



SONG. 94* 

Written by Dr. Goldiititk. 

^^ HEN lovely woman ftoops to foil j,' 
And finds, too late,' that men betn 
What charms can foothe hfcr thei'an^holy f 
What arc can wa(b her guilt away ? 

The only art, her guilt to coter," 
To hide her flame from evVy eye* 

To give repentance to her loyer* 
And wring hia bofom— ia to die ! 



SONG 95. 

ii BACCHANALIAN SONO. 

]^ Y temples with cluftera of p^pei Vh 

twine. 
And barter all joy for a goblet of wine i 
In fearch of a Venus no longer TU run. 
But ftop and forget her at Bacchfls^s tun. 

Vet why this refolve to relinqnifh the fm 
* Tis a folly with fpirits like mine to defp: 
For what mighty charms can be found in a ) 
if not fiird with the health of f«me favo 
lafs? 

*Tis woman whofe charms cv*ry rapture im 
And ^end a rtew fpring to the pulfe of the ht 
The mifer himfelf (fo fupreme is her fw« 
Grows conveit 10 love, and refigns her his 

At the found of her voice, forrow lifts oj 

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, 111 lA fxtify, hobbling along* 

e with hit crotch lo the tunc of hf r 

ig me a goblet from Racchuri hoardy 
ft and dccpeft that ftandi on the board; 
a brimncr, and driok to the fair) 
thirft of • lover^ and pledge me who 



SONG 96. 

SoBg in Lroi in a WiUagi. 

ly 0DC|> aAd freaty 

: the moft of their f4te» 

afuie to pleafore they run) 

who caret a jot? 

them noty 

nave my dog and my gun. 

ercife, iir^ 

! fields 1 repaify 

ritf unclouded and light| 

liiTes I find, ^ 

igt leave behind, 

th and diverfioa unite* 



SONG 



97. 



Sung in the EUffun, 

LB happy in my native landy 
boaft my country's charter) 
r bafely lend my handy 
libcrtiei to barter* 

le mind it not at all 
poverty degraded ; 
t atone cm make 01 falf, 
d well I «m perfuaded, 
e-bom Briton *t fong {hoM bCy 
|ive m^ death or liberty. 

all t^e pow*r which forrone grantiy 
i few the gifts flie fends us j 
lly hireling often wanu 
at freedom that defends ut« 

ecured fromlawlefs llrife» 
r hoofe ii our caftellum. 
!fs*d with all that*s dear in life, 
lucre, fliall we fell *em ? 
ry Briton*s fong fliould be, 
give me death or liberty. 



SONG 98. 

ADTtCl TO THB LADISS, 

Ir, be advis'd by a friendy 

bofe conofel proceeds from the hearty 

iiy no longer depend, 

' to the efforts of art 1 

pherd you'd gain to your armsy 

irtiM each adion approve ; 

rmt the food bofom alarmty 

•fcinithe foul into l«v^. 



To-day be not nice as a bride. 

To-morrow nncimely fevere; 
Let prudence and troth be yoorgnidej 

Nor caprice nor folly appear; 
Uolefs you thus govern yourmindy 

And baoiih deceit from your breafty 
Too foon by experience youMl find* 

Inconllancy ne'er can be bled. 

JNegle^ted you'll wither and fade. 

Till beauty, by age, ihall decays 
Then lonely retreat to the Ikadoy 

And mourn the fad hoora aways 
How dcfp*rate will then be your fate* 

How great your fad lof« Co deplore ! 
Repentance, alas I is Coo late. 

Whan the power to charm it no more* 



S O N G 99* 

I Sung in the ChriJImsi Tmk* 

' f^ Y eyes may fpeak pleafuity 

Tongue flow without meafurey 
Yet my heart in my bofom lies ftill j 
i - ^us the liver is ilowingy 

The mi 11 -clapper goinj^. 
But— the miller's afleep in the milt* 

Tho* lovers furroond me. 
With fpecchos confound me. 

Yet my heart in my bofom lies ftill; 
Thus the river is flowing,- 
The mill-dapper going. 

But— the milter's afleep in the mill* 

The little god eyes me, 
And means to furpriae me. 

But my heart is awake in my breafl i 
Thus boys flily creeping. 
To catch a bird fleeping, 

But— the linnet's awake in his neft. 



SONG ICO. 

WHAT It THAT TO TOV } A SCOTCK S0K« 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

]^ Y Jeany and I have toiPd 

The live-long fummer's day^ 
Till we were almoft fpoird. 

At making of the hay. 
Her kerchy wai of holland clear, 

Ty'd to her bonny brow } 
I whifperM fomething in her ear| 

But what is that to you f 

Her ftockings were of kerfey green. 

And tight as ony (ilk j 
O, fie a leg was never feen ! 

Her (kin was white as milk. 
Her hair wai black as ane could wlfli. 

And fweer, fweet wsv her mou I 
Ahl Jeany daintily can k'fs; 

out what Is that to yoM* 

Thrrofe and lily baiih conr.Iroe , 
To make my Je^nv fain 



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Thtre II nae bentfoalUitauBCt 
1 have amaift nM f4i«« 

But when Another f«ttb» mj fair. 
Shall f«y you're fair to view} 

Let Jeany whifpcr In hia cify 
Pray what it that to jofil 



S O K O lox. 

Su9f It Vaoziiai.1,. 

^H I where can one fifid • trve fwaf fii 

In whMn'fl jumng nymph may ctaAd«? 
Mtn are now io conceited tod'irain^ 

They no longer b«vt hcartt to divides 
Or in court, or in cityi ortowny 

All aeknowlodft kow fmttlele tht fcaidi') 
So Dollte. toof each villaee it grown. 

Even there girli are leu in the lurch. 

Then adieu to the thraldom of Itfve, 

Adieu to it*t jiofed and it*a fear| 
Hcnccfonh I in freedom will rove. 

Who like ii cHe witlpw naj wear i 
Yet ihould fortttoei my truth to rew^Hy 

Send feme youth with each talent to bltli» 
How far I my pufpofe could goard^ 

it a fecret I need not confcfa. 



6 O N O los. 

HOPE AffP rXAt. 

Sung in Lionel md CUttffa* 

J} OPE and fear alternate rifing» 

SttiTc for empire o*er my heart \ 
Sv*ry peril now defpiAng, 
Now at •f'tj breath 1 ftart. 

Teachy ye learned. Cigett teach mf^ 
How to ftem thia beating tide } 

If you*veany rulei to teach me, 
Hafte and be the weak ooe*i guide. 

Thoi our trSalt, at a diianee, 
WjfdoiB*t fcience promise aid) 

Yet« th need of cheir aAiftance» 
Wc attempt to gral^ a Aade. 



S O K G 203. 
Sung at Ramilaon. 

"P HE gandy tolip fwelli with pride^ 
And reari it*» beautiei to the fuo« 
Wi:h beaT*n*bom tiatt of Irii* bow| 

While low the vPlet fpringt bcfide. 
As in the fliade It ftrivct to Ann 
The hand of fome rapaciont foe. 

or worth intrinficy fmall the flora 
That from the tuiip can arife^ 

When parted from it*t glowing bed : 
White hid, the vi'letcharmi the morcy 
L'.ke incenfe in \i*t nuive ikieiy 

When cropc ;o grace the Ticgin heaj. 

Then think, ye f«Ir<*onei, how thcfe flow*n 
Aie -.vrought ta nature '» tirioui rabct 



Where pride dcdioeaf tad MCriC thtiM 
Your virgin dignity •*cr-po«*n 
The heroet of the eonqoer'd globe : 
But fweet compliance makca ye witvt. 



SO N O 104. 
Sung at Vaoirall. 

*][* H E faireft ttow*n thg fate pif fcr* 

And ihed amfacofial fWcetnefi there; 
While the tall pine. and mountahi oak. 
Oft fed the ccmpeft> nidef dirokc« . 

, So in the lowly mofa-grovmCmt, 

\ Dear peace and quiet dwell | 

;Tbc ftorma ^at wreck the rick aad gmaC 

Fly o*cr the lhephcni*^U 

I' 

SONG xo{« 

SoB^ in eke Ormiit* 

yfOVLD yoa with her yon lo?e be bkl 

Ye lovtrt, theie kUIro Aiooe miodf 
I Conceal the pa^oa I9 po«r kreal^ 
Be dumb, infenfibiey and blind i 
. Bat when with gentle ioofct yoo ncet^ 

And fee the artl^ bluibci riify 
; Be filenty loving, and dilTcreet} 
The oracle no more impliei. 

When onee you prore the maid tfneerey 

Where vittue it with beauty joia*d | 
Then boldly like yourfalvet appear^ 

No more infeofibley or blind t 
Pour forth the tranfportt of your haatt. 

And fpeak your foul without diij|iiifej 
*Tlt fondnefa, fbndneft moft impart; 

The oracle no mora impli<i* 

Tho* pleafing, fatal iithefnatt. 

That ftill entrapt all womankind ; 
Ladiea, bewarr , be wifry take care^ 

Bedeafy fn<enfible,«id Mind e 
But fliould fome fond defcnring youth 

Agree to join io Hymaa^aticty 
Be tender, conftant, crown hit truth) 

The oracle no mora implies • 



SONG lof . 

Written by Soamx JxHMrxty Efq, 

f O O plain, dear yontby thele tell-talc c 

My heart yow own declare^ 
But for Heav*n*f f^ke let it fufficey 
Yoo reign triamphant there. 

Forbear your ottooft pow*r to try. 

Nor farther urge your fw«y ; 
Prf fs not for what I muil deny, 

For fear I (hould obey. 

Could all your am fpcccftrfl provr* 

Would you a maid undo, 
Whofe grea?c!l failing it her love. 

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I f M ofe that <vtrf pow^ 
n her fooifitft dwait 
1 out fatd hmttt 

y my dur, to do 'an jIT, 
pethaps yoQ may;^ 
try yo«r utmost flull 
me, than iMrtray. 

irfelf my virtne*t guard, 
and Dot porfoa { 
1 talk for me too kard« 
: with lore and you « 



SONO icy* ' 
ritcea by ift« XJAitxcx. 

•M Bt tby ««v*rinf kcartf 
imoo orgt kit claim { 
ie paffifMi f old oi art, 
pure, tlM cooftant flaoao. 

ng r«raini their torments ttN, 
r feafual love contemn ) 
pHsa the beaateOttt Ihtll, 
light the iaward gem. 

cores the wounded hearty 

ays the tranficnc fire ) 

the flbtnd receives the daitf 

raaeat whets diefire. 

iir beauty wiU decay, 
m'tnd IrRproTCi with yeart l 
the UoAbms Me awav, 
rip*niiif fruit appear*. 

r*n and SyWla grant my fuit, 
bleifl aach futore hour } 
son, who can tafte the froStf 
pther eT*ry Aow*r« 



SONG loS. 
ingln the MaCqoe of j#j^ai/. 

lUrtf white Strephon I n^oam, 
ebear me yohr harmony hriog i 
ioce my ihepberd is gone, 
afe, like poor Philiis, to fiogi 
rer dedinss ft*s fweet headf 
ours around me will throw, 
'rv iiafc lamb oA the mead 
kindly to pity my woct 

il amofemeot I try, 

i» to reftore my paft eafe | 

irm*d wkon my Strephon wu by, 

•w loft the power to plaalau 

IS that btighUn the grove, 

B| for your eMence we moora| 

>hoa negtedi me and lote, 

e«, ^nd ^ill ncvpr fctum. 

I the SpHoc ** oy <^'» 
■atft aa all flowen comk^a*d | 
!*, like the SumaMf, cm cheer ) 
rkjr ti^eib Uk( Viriatcr. nnktad I 



Unkind is he not, I can protet 
But tender to otkere can^ ; 

To Ccna and Chloe makfta love. 
And only is emel to m«. ' 



SONO xo9« 

OM TOBACCO. 

'P 1 AC C O *s hot an Indian we*d, 

Growa groea at mom, cut down at ere ^ 
' decay, wo are but clay. 



It 

Thiak oa this w'hea yoo lisaoke tobKce« 

The pipe that Is fo Nly #ht(^ 

Where! a fo many take delight. 

Is broke with a touch j man's life if fucb^ 
Think oa this when yOo fmoke tobacco. 

Tha pipe that is fo foul within. 

Shews how man's foul is ftain*d with fin ) 

It does require to be purg'd with 6 re. 

Think on this when you talcc tobacco. 

The aihes that are left behind. 
Do ftrtt to pot us all in mind, 

Thic Into duft return we muft. 

Think oa this when yon fmoke tobacco* 

The fmoke that does fo high afcend. 
Shews that man*f life moft have an end ; 

The vapoor's gone* man*s life ii done. 

Think oa this wheo you cake tobacco. 



SONG no. 

LOTRAaXA. 

y A I N L Y now you (hive to charoi n 

All ye fweets of blooming May | 
How fhould ever funfliine warm me. 
While Lo;haria keeps away ? 

Co, ye warbling .birds, go leave me; 

Shade, ye clouds, the fn^iling iky | 
Sweeter notes her voice can givd me. 

Softer funfliine fi4s ber eye« 



SONG lit. 



WOMAN. 



Sung at MAaTBOfis. 

Written by Mr. Botcb. 

g O M E love to range, fo food of change^ 

V^rierv*! their Arine { 
Each h4s his fcheme and favorite whim, 

But woman, womaa^i irloe. 

The feftive bowl, the martial foul, 

The mifer I decline ; 
Like chitdiih toys, to fome they're joyfiy^ 

But lovely woman's mine. 
With varj'oui arts (he charma our heartf]^ 

And make this life divine ; 
For all the tricks of all the frx> 

i*d ftiU Uavt ti^t(i«;& ;d^ia%' 



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htt ttfeotf nre^ who whtt chey*4 have 
The fex they can*c defint; 

Juil as (he is, flu** formM to pleafe^ 
Amd long be woaun nine. 

The fperkfrfig eye, the melting figh^ 
When heart and heart conjoiu ^ 

The blifi nf love, all btifs above. 
Make charming womaa mine. 

In pomp and ilate, Ibcceed, ye great^ 

V\\ envy nor repine ; 
If bieft with powVy to life's Uft hoary 

To keep dear woman. mine. 



SONG tf2. 

THE SKY-LARK. 

Q O, tuneful bird, that glads the ikiet. 

To Djphne*! window fpeed thy way} 
And iliere oo quiv'jtng pioioni rife, 
Aud there tny vocal art difplay* 

And if ^ deign thy notes to hear» 
And if /he praife thy matin fong; 

Tcil her. the faurfds that footh her ear^ 
To Da.-non^ native pl;unts belong* 

TeU her, in livelier plumes array *d 

The bird from Indian ^voves may fliioe} 

Bot afk the lovel/, partial maid. 

What are h:s notes cumpar'd to thine f 

Then bid h^r treat yon witlefsbeau. 
And all his (daunting race, With fcorn ; 

An<\ lend an tar to Damon*s woe. 

Who fings her praife, and fings forlorn. 



SONG 113. 

Sung in jlrtaxtrxet* 

^ H E foldier, lii'd of war's alarms, 

Fori'wears the clang of hoftile armSy 

And fcorns the fpear and ftield ; 
But if the br^aen trumpet foundy 
He burns with conquel^ to b: crown'd. 

And durcs again the fis.d. 



SONG 114. 

Sang in the Duenns* 

Q The days when I was young! 

When I bui^h*d in fortune's fpighty 
Talk'd of love the whole day long, 
And with ne£Var crown'd the night* 

Then it was, old father care. 
Little reck'd 1 of ihy fiown ; 

Half thv malice youth could bear. 
And the reil a bumper drown. 

O the days, &c. 

Truth, they fay, lies in a well. 
Why, 1 vow, I ne^r could lee % 

Le: the warcr-irinkers telly 
There It alwa)s lay for me : 



For wheo fparlcliag wine went 
Never faw I ftlihood's maik { 

But ftill hooeft truth I found, 
In the bottom oi each Aafk \ 

O the daysy fcc. 

True, at length my vigour's flown, 
I have years to bring decay | 

Few tht locks that sow J own. 
And the few I have are grey ! 

Yet, old Jerome, thou may'ft boaft. 
While thy fpirits do not tire. 

Still, beneath thy age's froft. 
Glows a fpark of youthful fire. 

O the daysy &c. 



SONG 115. 
Written by the Duke of Bock in ova 

Q R A V £ fopi my envy now bcget» 

Who did my pity move } 
They, by the right of wanting wit, 
Ar« free from caret of love. 

Turks honour fools { becaufe they art 

By that defe£fc fecure 
From flavery and toils of war. 

Which all the reft endure. 

So I, who fuffer cold oegled 
And wounds from Celia's eyes. 

Begin extremely to refped 
Thefe fools that feem fo wife. 

'Tis true, they fondly fet theic heartt 

On things of no delight} 
To pafs all day for men of partf. 

They pafs alone the night. 

But Cell a never breaks their reft ; 

Such fervants /he difdains t 
And fo the fops are dully bleft. 

While I endure her chains. 



SONG 1x6. 

THK rSMALK DUXLLXST* 

Sung at Vauznall. 

g I ^'C E all fo nicely take offence. 
And pinking is the faihtoii» 
1 foon (halt find a good pretence 

For being in a paflion. 

If any on my drefs or air. 

To jeft dare take occa^on } 

By female honour 1 decUrCy 
m have an explanation. 

If you're too free, or full of play^ 
By Jove, my lads, IM cure ye | 

And if too cold you turn away. 
You'll rouae a very fury. 

A law is ev'ry thing I fay. 

No fwain (hall call me cruel | 

Whoe'er my will fliail difobey. 
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ff M MB I, 

riooi vvapoBS cany;- 
r Hf litnini in my eye» 
ngi>e«-^a fword to parry* 

I ariD with what he will, 
'•pi4*f bow and arrow 
ill Cm my mm IH klU, 
M t fptrraw. 



SONG 117. 

i NATAL lOMG* 

le do the landfmen know 
t we iailon feel, 

( do monnty npd windt do blow ! 
ive hcaru of At el i 
111 affright Wp 

/ball flout j ^ 

Che monfieon right us, 
: caoa about. 

>ordert, meiTmatefy 
der, f)urn, and finlc ; 
hare at vour firft.ratcf^ 
s never (brink x 
>ge til we fancy, 
g them in by fcores| 
lid Kate, and Nancy, 
■n looii-d*ori. 

tDeal we're lying, 

loble commodore, 

inr waget freely, boy% 

to Tea for more : 

II drink and fing , boyt, 

UatTcrfly; 

th to George our king, boyt, 

tyal family. 



S O N O i,g. 

g In Lovi iw M Vtllage, 

lou nurfe of young delire, 
imifer of joy $ 
ir, glow-worm fire, 
fwcet, that ne'er can cloy! 

saroeft of delight, 
:herof the mind; 
I, profpe^ bright, 
\A the wretched find 1 

r, flatter ftill ; 
eafures unpofl[eft*d s 
amt my fancy fill, 
hci make me bleft. 



SONG 119. 

. by Sir John Suckling. 

nd me back my heart, 
nnot have thine : 
ox^n yon will not part, 
ApuMft diou have aunt ? 



Yet now I tl)ink efi*f, lat St Iiei 

To find it were in vain; 
For thoirft a thief in mt'vi ey« 

Woo*dftealitbackagJn. 

Why flioald two bcartf ia one breaft ttt» 
And yet not lodge together } 

Oh, level .where. 19 (by fymp^ithyi. 
If thai our breafta UMtu fcrer? 

But love is fuch a myftery, 

I cannot And it out : 
For when I think Tm UA itfolv^d, 

1 then am in mofl doubt. 

Then farewel care, and farewel woe, 

I will no longer pine^ * 
For ru believe I have iier heart. 

As mocb as Ihe has mine. 



SONG 120. 

TMK WAT TO KXZr liaf* 

Y^ f«ir, poHeft'd of ev*ry eharm 

To captivate the will { 
Whofe fmiles can rage itfelf dtfarm, 

Whofe firowns at once caa kill : 
Say, will you deign the verfe to hear. 

Where flatt*ry bears no part) 
An honeft verfe, that flows fiocere 

And canciid from the heart ? 

Great is youc powV ; but, greeter yet» 

Mankind it might engage. 
If, as ye all can make a net. 

Ye all could make a cage : 
Each nymph a thoiifand hearts may take^ 

For who*s to beauty blind j 
But to what end a prifoner make, 

Uolefs we,*ve ftrength to bind ? 

Attend the connfel often told, 

(Too often told in vain) 
Learn that beil art, the art to hold^ 

And lock tbe lovcr*a chain* 
Gameftertf.to little pnrpofe win, 

Who lofe again aa faftj 
Thongh beauty may the charm begin, 

*Tis fweetnefs makes it laft* 



SONG X2Z. 

A RUNTING SOKG* 

pJARKI harkl the joy-lafpiring hora 
Salutes- the rofy, rifiog mom. 

And echoes thro* tbr dale ; 
With clam'rous peals the bills refound, 
The hounds qufck-fcented fcour the ground, 

And fnuflf the fragrant gale. 

No gates nor hedges can impede 

The briffc, high-mettled, ftarcing fleed. 

The jovial pack purfue \ 
Like lightning darting oV the plains. 
The diftant hills with fpeed he %ains^ 

And Cett v.Vi« |^um\i^ Vwii» 



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Her path the tinid bare (oxftktt. 
And to the copfc for ihelter inakef» 

There panti awhile for biefth ; 
When now the noife aUrmi her ear. 
Her havat*! dercry*d, her fate is near^ 

She fees approaching death. 

DIredled by the well-known brcew. 
The hounds their trembling ▼idim feise^ 

She taints, (he fall«y fte dies) 
The diftmt coarfers now come 109 
And join the loud triumphant dlil^ 

Till echo rends the ikiei. 



SONG 111. 
^Y^*^*^ means that tender figh, my dear? 

Why filent drops that chryftal tear I 
What jeabas fears difturb thy breatl, 
Where love and peace delighr to reftj 
What tho* thy Jockey has been feen 
With Molly fporting on the green) 
*Twas but an artful trick to prove 
The macchlefs force of Jenny*s love* 

*Tis true a nofegay I had draft 

To grace the witty Daphoe^s breaft) 

But *twai at her defire, to try 

If Dimon c^ft a jealout eye. 

Thefe flowVs will fade by morning dawD| . 

Kcgle^ed, rcacter*d o*er the lawnj 

BttC in thy fragrant bofom lies 

A fweet perfume that never dies. 



SONG 123. 
Sung in the FuniraU 

T ET not loLve on qie beftow 

Soft diftrefs and tender woe; 
] know non? but fubflantial blilles« 
Eager glances, folid kifles; 
I know not what the lovers feign. 
Of finer pleafure mtx*d with pain; 
Then pr*ychee,give me, gentle boy, 
None of thy grief, but all thy joy. 



SONG Z24. 

^H£ topfails (hiver in the wiodj^ 

The ihip Ihe cafts to fea; 
But yet, my fuul, my heart, my mind^ 

Are, Mar\ , moor*d with thee t 
For tho* thy lAilor*s bound afar, 
Still love (hall be bis leading ftar. 

Should landmen flatter when we*re fairdy 

O! doubt their arifnl tales) 
No gallant Tailor ever faiTd, 

If love breach*d conAint gales I 
Thou art the cr mpafs of my fjul, 
Which iUrrs my heart from pole to poUi 

Sirens in evVy port we meet. 
More fell than rock* anJ waves ; 

But fuch as grace the Briii(h fleet^ 
Aie lofcrsi aad Aot flivft; 



No foet our courage flult CiWn^ 
Altho* we've left our hearts. with y©»» 

Thefe are our caret ) but if yoa*fe kii^ 

WeMl fcorn the daihing main. 
The rocks, the billows, and the wind. 

The ^owV of France and Snaia 1 
Now £r;gland*a glory refta with ymiy 
Our fails are full— fweet girb, adieu 1 



SONG 115. 

Sung in the Kca tf Mdt^ 

^S Amuret and Phi His fat 

One evening on the plain, 
An<l faw the charming StrephoA wait 

To teli the nymph hit pain ) 
The threatening daoget- to ceaow* 

He whifper*d in her ear. 
Ah I Philiis, if you wouM nuit Ut« 

The (hepherd, do aoc hear. 

None ever had fo (brange tn v^a 

Hit paflion to convey 
Into a lift*ning virgin's beart,i 

And ftefcl her foul away \ 
Fly, fly, betimes, for fear you give 

Occaflon for your fate. 
In vain, faid (he, in vain 1 ftrive^ 

Alas ! 'tis now too late. 



S O N G 1&6. 
Written by Mr. Booth* 

PAN, then, a luok create a thought 
Which time can ne'er remove ? 

Yes, fooli(h heart, again thou'rt caoghtf 
Again thou bleed'ft for love. 

She fees the conqueft of her eyes. 
Nor heals the wound (he gave % 

She fmilcji, whene'er his blu(hes rife^ 
And, fighing, (buas her (lave. 

Then, fwain, be bold, and ftill adore hi 
Siill her flying charms purfue) 

Love and int'reft both impluie her, 
Pileadiog oight aod day for you ! 



SONG 117. 

Sung In Orpbtus swJ EurydUt* 

^fJHZti Orpheus went down to the re 
below. 

Which men are forbidden to fee. 
He tun'd op his lyre, ai old hiftories (hei 

To fet his Eurydice free. 

All hell flood amax'd, that a perfon fo w 
Should fo raihiy endanger hit life, 

And venture fo far— but how vafl theirfurg 
When they heard that he came for his 

To find oufc a punifhmmt due to the faul 
Old Piuto long puzaled his biain *, 

Buthell had not torments fu(ficient, be thoi 
So he gave him his wife back again. . 



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focctfiittg fooo Tanqoiih'd hit hearty 
leat'd with hit pUyiog (b welly 
her agaiil^ in reward for hit art t 
power had amfic in hell. 



S O N O US. 

' flioald we of humble ftat*, 
Mainly blame the pow Vs above | 
re the will of fate» 
3 allows ua all to love ? 
)partial» gentle boy) 
hff gift! ai free as air| 
ill the fhepherd*3 joy» 
it all che damferi care. 

lat charmer of the foul, 
in loVe flioald ever live | 
ir yean for ever roily 
NTould bleiiings ever give i 
alas I too fwiftly fliei, 
in Cupid bid him ftay { 
ike a fbadow dies, 
)aa wings and will away. 



SONG Z29. 

lung in the Mafque of Alfni* 

\ who live in fhepherd*t bOwV, 
fs not the gay and ftately bed \ 
r.mown hay ^d breathing flow*r 
cr couch beneath them fpread. 

who fit at fliepherd*s board> 
\ not their tafte wiih wanton art \ 
ke what nature*s gifts afford, 
ike it with a cheerful heart. 

irho drain the ihephetd*s bowl, 
(h and fparkling wine can boaft| 
lolefome cups they chear the fooly 
rown them with the village, toaft. 

who join in ihepherd^s fport« 
ng on the daifyM ground, 
: the fpiendour of a court* 
)Te adorns the merry round. 



SONG 1)0. 

A nVMTIllG eOMG. 

C ! the huntfmaa*t bq;an to found 
the flirill horn, 
quickly unkennt 1 the houndt s 
autifuly glittering, golden-ey*d mors, 
chace the fox over the grounds. 

ider fits Reynard, fo.crafty and fly; 
faddic youi' coorftrs apace : 
ids hfive a fcent, and arc all in foil cry | 
oog to be giving him chacf , 

femen are mounted, the fle^i feci 

the fpor, 

riftly they fcoor it along { 

(cr the foK mnt each mofical Cor | 

» foUowi Of boy^ if the foiig. 



0*er mountains and Tallies they ikim it eway* 
Now Reynard*s almoft out of fight \ 

But fooner than lofe him, theyM fpend the 
whole day 
In hnnting-fcfor that's their delight. 

By eager purfuiiig they*ll have him at lall t . 

He's fo tir*dy poor rogue, down he lies ; 
Now ftarts up afrcfli^i^yoong Snap has him faft | 

He trembles, kicks, flruggles, and dies. 



SONG 131. 

Written by the Earl of CHXSTiarxil»» 

M I S T A K E N fait, lay Sherlock by^ 

Hii dodrine is deceiving \ 

For wliilft he teaches us to die> 

Ke cheats us of our living. 

To die's ft leflbo wt ihall know 
Too foon, without a mafter f 

Then let us only f^udy, now. 
How we may live the fafter. 

To live*s to love \ to blefs, be bleil 

With mutual inclination \ 
Share, then, my ardour In your breafty 

And kindly meet my paffion. 

But if thus blefsM I may not live^ 

And pity you deny ; 
' To me, at leaft^ your Sherlock \\ft^ 

*Tis I muft learn to die. 

SONG X31. 

QELlEVEmy fighs> my tears, my dear^ 

Beiievd the heart yott*ve won { 
Believe my vows to yon fincere* 

Or, Peggy, Tm undone t 
Yon fay I'm fickle» apt to change 

At every face that's new } 
Of all the girls I ever faw, 

1 ne'er lov'd one like you* 

My heart was once a flake of ice^ , 

Till thaw*d by your bright eyes| 
Then erarm'd. and kindled ito a trice 

A flame that never dies 3 
Then take and try m«, and yoo'll fin^ 

A heart that's kind and true } 
Of all the girls I ever faw, 

1 ne'er lovM one like you. 



SONG 



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"y^HAT flill does dear Lucy's difiiaia 

dccafion this feftering fmart F 
Cannot time give relief to your pain^ 
And h'feal the flight wound in your heart f 

The arrows of Cupid, I know, 
At flrft are all pointed with fleel t 

But how frail is the ftrength of bis bow L 
How fleeting the pangs which we feel \ 

His wings they are fhattet'd V^^ \\mt^ 
Hii quivet \\ CoWiVi^ \^^ <f%^\ 



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Socl^ f«c!i II ltfe*s flowery prine. 
And beauty*^ moft infolent tnift. 

Tafte the joys a new paflion can gite. 

With the nymph that's complying and kind j 

Or learning more Tamely to live. 
Be bleft, and give love to the wind* 

SONG X3I4.. 
Writttn by Mr. Congkevi* 

pious Selinda goes to pray'rs, 

If I b«t aik the favour t 
And jet the tender fooPs in tears. 
When (he bcHeves TIJ leave her. 

Wou*d I were ftee from this rellrtinr> 

Or elfe had hop«s co win her; 
Wou*d (he could make of me a fainty 

Or I of her a iinoer. 



SONG 135. 

A BACCHANALIAM SONG. 

l^E'LL drink) and we*ll never have dMie» 

boys, 
Put the glafi then around with the fuo» boyt^ 
Let Apollo's example invite us, 

For he*s drunk ev>y ni^ht. 

That makes him To bright. 
That he's able jieit morning to light ni. 
Dnnking*s a Chriftian diverBon, 
Unknown to the Turk and the PerHao | 

Let Mahometan fools 

Live by ^leathenifh rules, 
Aod dream o*er their tea-pots and co6Fee) 

WhUe the brave Britons fing. 

And drink health to the king, 
Aod a fig for their fultaii and fophy* 



SONG X36. 
Sung at Vauxrall. 

J^ ORE bright the fun began Co dtwOf 

The merry birds to fing, . 
And flow'rets dappled o*cr the lawn. 

In all the pride of fpring i 
When for a wreath young Damon ftray*d» 

And fmiling to me brought it ; 
Take this, be cry*d, my deareft maid } 

And who, tye who*d have Thought It I 

1 bluih*d the prefent to rettive. 

And thank'd him o*er and o*er }. 
When foft he (!gh*d, Bright fair, forgitef 

i mui> havefomething more: 
One kind fweet ktfs will pay me htft. 

So earneftly he fought it, 
I let him Uke it, J proteft. 

And wh0| aye who*d have thought it ! 

A fwaio that woo*d with fo much trtj 
No nymph could long difdain { 

Ji fecret flame foon toucfa'd my hctlty 
Aad fiuih*d tlKO* ev'ry nia: 



'T#aflove!arpVdcbt| 
From his my bofom caught it | 

*Twis ftraoge indeed, *twaf paffiag fttaafi^ 
And whoy aye who*d hire thoo^t it 1 

Hark ! Hymen calls, the ftepbcrd cry'dl 

Let us, my dear comply ) 
We inOant went, with lore our fuide^ 

And bound the nuptial tiei 
And ever fince that happy day, 

As mutual warmth his taught Itj 
We fondly kifs, and fport and pity* 

And whoy aye who*d have tkou^t it ! 



SONG 137. 

A HUNTING SONO* 

0*£ R^ the lawns, up thu. hilli» at with 1 
dour we bounds 
Led on by the loud-foundiug horn | 
Kind brceses ft ill greet UI9 with chearlnb 
crown*d. 
And joyful we meet the fweet nont. 
Rofy health blooms about us with natural gn 
Whilft echoy re-echo'dy enlivens the chace 

Should all thegay larks, as they four to the I 
Their notes in a concert unite; 

The mufic of hounds, when fet oflFia fuUc 
Would give a more tuneful delight. 
Rofy health, Sec, 

*Tis ovcr»*tis over*-a pleafure divine 

Frefh air and full exercife yield : 
At night, my good friends, o*er the juice 
the vine 
We'll fing to the fporta of the field. 
Rofy health, &c. 



SONG 138. 

Q OULDVyou guefs, for I ill can repeat^ 

The fenfation Pm deflin*d to prove | 
*Tis fomething than friendfliip more fwutl^ 
More pa/Honate even than love* 

For ever, when abfent from you. 
Pale echo returns my food fighs | 

But when haply your beauties I view. 
On my lips the faint utterance diet. 

This the fecret I had to betny ; 

And the fate of my paffioa is foch. 
That in what I was prompted to fay, 

Methioiu I hate ucter*d too much. 



SONG X39« 
TNI rEapx.ix*o TiaGiir. 
Sung at MAmYBOMi* 
YOUNG Colin to our cottage came, 

Aad vow*d how much he lov'd | 
I own I felt a fecret flame. 

Yet not hia fult approv'd t 
A thoufaod tender tales he told, 
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I btUcvt «y btart was c«ld } 
t coii'd t Tiffin do ? 

ft mind it foon iopicfi'd 
I chooghti before unknown | 
ipid wounds the fienule brtaft^ 
furt to keep hit thfone* 
ir fortitude we try, 
n love's refolv*d to foc] 
thro* pity to comply: 
t can a ▼Irgin do i 



S O ^ G X40. 

SungintheC^^if. 

is ev*ry fond endeavour 
fift the tender dart j 
»lei mov« us nevery 
ft feel, to know the ftntrt. 
ikepherd fwetrs he*s dying, 
r heaotiet fett to view ; 
er aid fupplying, 
think 'tis aU our due, 
Jiink, 8k, 

the vernal breeset 
11 Id, deceitful ftrain; 
truth our fex difpleafet | 
never fuet in vain 1 
boo, the happy lover 
r tend*reft hopes deceives 
brm*d to be a rover, 
woman to believe, 
Hfoman» disc. 



SONG X41. 

Flavfa, to my warm defire 
lean no kind return; 
ith undiminiih'd fire, 
li to fee me burn. 

anguiih to remove, 
nk it wondVoot right, 
1 00, for ever love, 
1 for ever flight. 

td I (hall ne*er agree, 
tie ojrmph, adieu j 
10 pleafure have for me, 
no pain for you. 

N 

SONG 142. 

^ritten by Mr. Budgill* 

rill Florella, when I gate, 
f ravift*d eyes reprove ? 
em from the only face 
1 behold with love ? 

r fcorn, and eafe my care, 
nymph more kind { 
J rove from f4ir to fair, 
tie ulage find. 

ow faint is ev'ry joy, 
atme hM 00 part ; 



New beauties mJiymyeyetcoBpIo]!^ 
But you engage my heart. 

So reftleff exiles, doom'd to i 
Meet pity ev'ry where; 

Yet languifii for their native kunic* 
Tho* death attends them there. 



SONG 143, 

SINCE Emma caught my roving eye. 

Since Emma fix'd my wavViog heara 
I long to fmile, I fcorn to figh. 

But nature triumphi over art. 
If fuch the haplefs moments proivt. 
Ah ! who would give his heart to lovt? 
If frowns aad fight, and cold difdain. 

Be meet reumi for love like mine | 
If cruel Ennma fco/Ts my pain» 

And archly wonders why I piae: 
If fuch, dec. 

But ihould the lovely girl relent ; 

Oh !— when I wiib, and figh, and wwwm 
Should ike with blofhes fmile coofent. 

And heart for heart, well pleased, bcftows 
Should fuch the blifsfui moments prove. 
Who would not give his heart to love f 

SONG X44. 
Snng in Cmuim 

THE wanton god, who piercet kevt% 

Dips in gall bis pointed darts { 
But the nymph difdaini to pine. 
Who bathes the wound with rofy winc« 
Fare wel lovers when they're doy'd | 
If Tm fcorn*d becaufe enjoy *d. 
Sure the fquesmifh fops are £tm 
To rid me of dull company* 

They have charms, wkilft mine can pleaA} 
I love them much, but more my calei 
No jealous fears my lovemoleft, 
Nor faithlefs vows Ihall break my ret. 

Why fliould they e'er give me pain. 
Who to give me joy difdain? 
All 1 hope of mortal man 
Is to love me while he can* 



SONG 145. 

J^ Dawn of hope my foul revives, 

~ And baniihes defpijrj 
If ye: my deareft Damon lives. 

Make him^ ye gods, your care. 

Difpel thefe gloomy ihades of night. 

My tender grief remove; 
Oh I fend fome cheariog ray of lightg 

And guide me to my love* 

Thus, ih.the fecret, fiien Ily ihadc. 
The penfive Cclia moirnd, 

While courtly echo lent her aidj 
And figh f4r fi^K tt;.uiTk:4, 



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When, fudden* DamoD*s well-known fact 

Each riling fear dlfarmt ; 
He eager fprmft t* her embrace^ 

She finlci into hit arrot. 



SONG 146. 
Sung in the Benares ff^edJitig* 

Y OUNG firgini love pleafure. 
As miferi do treafuret 
And both al.ke ftudy to heighten the meafore } 

Their hearts they will riAe, 

For ev'rjr new trifley 
An6 when in their teens fall in lote for a fong! 

But foon as they marry» 

And find things mlfcarry. 
Oh ! how they figh, that they were not norc 
wary: 

Indead of foft wooing* 

They run to their ruint 
And all their Uvea after drag forrow along. 



SONG. 147. 

A CAWTATA. 

Sung at Vavxhall* 

AXK. 

^^ H V, Damon, wilt thou ftrlve in vain 

My firm refolvei to move ? 
Ady heart, a!as! may frei the pain, 
But fcornt the guilt of love t 

RsciTATiviy accompanied* 

Perfiiiotti, too, like all the reft, 

Is fairhlefs Damon grown I 
Ah! ca^ifb thou fcek to wound the breaft 

That pants for thee alone? 

Alt. 

No* for e thought fo meanly bafe, 

Ungrateful ! thou flialt find, 
The heart that could admire thy face 

Can hate thee for thy mind. 



SONG 148. 

AN ANACttOMTlC ODK. 

Writun by Capt. TnoMrsoN. 

Sung at VAtJZRALL. 

^A UG H IN G Cupids, bring me rofes. 

And my wreath, ye graces, twine j 
|*m this night difpos'd for rapture. 
Having beauty, wic, and wine. 

Let the fuber floicks wonder. 

And their apathy define ; 
1*11 not follow f uch doll dodrinf , 

While I've beauty, wit, anJ wine. 

Such old dotards well may cenfure. 
Call n^ thoughclets libettinc ^ 



Soar*i the grape wbcli wt eatt*t I 
So is beauty, wit, and wine. 

Come, ye briik Arabian lafllbs^ 
For thit heaven yon fcek is m!at» 

Upon beds of rofes lolling, 

B)efs*d with beauty, wit,an4 wiac« 

And when t hi a gay life is over. 
Pour libations on my ibrine| 

]*ve a paradife hereafter, 

Full of beauty, wit, and winn* 



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149. 



M O more, ye fwains, no more upbraid 

A youth by love unhappy made) 
Your rural fports are all in vain. 
To foothe my care, or eafe ny pain. 
Nor ihade of trees, nor fweets of flow*fft 
Can e*er redeem my happy hours } 
When eafe forfakes the tortur*4 iBind» 
What pieafure can a lover find? 

Yet, if again you wi(b to fee 
Your Damon ftill reftor*d and free. 
Go try to move the crael fair. 
And gain the fcornful Celia*s ear. 
But, oh I forbear with too moch art 
To touch that dear relentleft heart. 
Left rivals to my tears yon provCf 
And jealoufy fuccced to love* 



SONG I50. 

Suag in ihe Maid of tbt Ouku 

^ O M £ fing round my favooritc tree. 

Ye fongfters that vifit the gro%ej 
*Twas the haunt of my fliepherd and me. 
And the bark is a record of love* 

Rerlin*d on the turf, by my fide. 
He tenderly pleaded hit caufe| 

I only with bluihes reply *d, 
And the nightingale fiird op the ptnfe. 



SONG 151. 

A PASTOaAL BALLAD. 

3INCE Emma, the peerlefs, is flow^ 

To the regions of permanent reft, 
Perverfely will Colinet moan. 
And wifli the dear fcraph unhleft t 

What tho* ihe were pride of the plaint 
What tho* flie were queen of the dance} 

What tho* (be gave joy to the fwain. 
And rivardthe fiow*rs of romance! 

The fair-one forfook with a fmile 

The pif aiures thtt once Ihe held dear| 
For, Col'uer, ihefe are but vile, 

Compar*d with a biifs more fincere. 
What tho* {he were joy to your heart. 

What tho* file were light to your eye^ 
What tho* the kind fair wonld impart 

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>f herpHgrimtge hcre» 
fie her for manfioni of blifi ; 
)lge not ^e muriBuring tear^ 
MDt fach an exit u chit. 

na the peerlefs it flown 
regions of permaocnc rctkf 
r ihoold Colinet moan—* 
not a wilh to be blefiM. 



S O N O 152. 

FlVDSIfT BACCnANAI.lAK« 

By the EnxToa* 

LE focial mirth with plcafnre nelgniy 

[ocundly repair; 

hui fills our fprightly reini 

I antidotes to care. 

the jolly god (hould claim 
i worihip than his dae^ 

is held by Reafon*s dsme^ 

feeka her tribute too. 

them both ihould be oor care« 
nuch to both we owe ; 
OS ftrong againft defpair^ 
he djfpels our woe* 

9 to either doth refufe, 
I find this fatal truth { 
s one will fure produce* 
other rob his youth. 

SONG. 153. 

A tCOTCIi mOKDXAV. 

Song i|t Vauxhall. 

phty ^tis true to Colio*s ftraln 
»ften liftcn*d io the grove j 
you blamr me» that • fwaiii 
olinfiiould engage my loYe| 

aid I my heart fecore» 
to worth and merit blind ; - 
could you yoorfelves endure, 
;ht afwain fo true and kind f 

ttth conveys the tender tale» 
)noar breathes the fhepherd's figh | 
difcretion will prevail, 
n it^s pow*r in vain we try. 



SONG 154. 

Song at Vaozhall. 

I N D> ye nymphs, while I impart 
fecret wi/hes of my heart, 
whatfwain, if one there be, 
ite defiant for love and mt. 

n o*er his thoughts prefide» 
ur all hii a4^'>ons guide; 
n virtue let him be» 
n deiigu'*! fos love and me. 



Let folid fenfe inform his iriiind. 
With pure good-natare fweetlyjoWd | 
Sure ft tend to modeft merit be 
The fwain defign*d for love and me. 

Where forrow prompts the pcnfive figbf 
Where grief bedews the drooping eye. 
Melting in fympathy I fee 
The fwaln defigo'd for love and no. 

Let fordid avVice claim no part 
Within his tender, genVous heart} 
Oh ! be that heart from faJfliood tree. 
Devoted j^ll to love and mc« 



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TMX tMXPMXaD. 

f^O more the feftive train 1*11 join s 

Adieu! ye rural fports, adieu f 
Forwhatf alas I have griefs like mi n^ 

With paftimes or delights to do! 
Let htarta at eafe foch pleafores psovfa 
But 1 am all defpair and love. 

Ah, well a-day I how cbang*d am II 
When late 1 feix'd the rural reed. 

So fofc my ftrains, the herds hard by 
Stood gazing, and forgot to feed ; 

But now my (Vrains no longer move, 

They*re difcord ail, defpair, and love* 

Behold around my firaggling (heep. 
The faireft once upon the lea ; 

No fwain to guide, no dog to keep, 

Undiorn they firay, nor mark*d by mta 

The (hepherds mourn to fee them rove § 

They aik the caufe, 1 aofwer love. 

NegleAed love firfi taught my eyes 
With tears of anguish to overflow ; 

*Tis that which fi«rd my breaft with fighs^ 
And cun*d my pipe to notes of woe ; 

Love has occafion^d all my fmarr, 

Difpers*d my flock, and broke my heart. 



SONG 156. 

A RUKTING 80MG. 

Sung in the Maid of the Oaki» 

^ O M E roofc from your trances. 
The fly morn advances. 
To catch floggifl) mortals In bed ; 
Let the horn*s jocund note 
In the wind fweetly fluat. 
While the fvx from the brake lif:s his bead 4 
Now crfeping. 
Now peeping, 
The fox from the brake lifts has head* 
Each wav to his fleed, 
Your goddrfsfliall lead, 
Come follnw, my wfurfliippers, follow; 
F(»r the ch*(r all preuarr. 
See the hounds fnu6rtht. a\t^ 
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Hark Jowler, htrk Rorer^ 

Sec Reynard break i cotcr^ 
Tkt konter* flyover the ground) 

Now they dart down the laae^ 
• Now they flcim o*er the plain, 

Ma4 tkt kUle» wooH&y and valiiet rcfooAd| 
With daibing 
And Tplaibingy 
Tkt kills* woodiy and valliei rcfoiiad* 

Then away with full fpeed> 

Your goddefs fhall lead, 
C^OOM follow, my worfhippers, follow ;. 

0*cr h^dge, diich, and gne^ 

If you ftop you're too hce ^ 
Hark» kixk, to the huu'.rmjn*i fweet hollow. 

Then away with fu J fpeed, &c. 



SONG 157. 

Written by Mr. Falcokxk, 

^HE fmiliag plaint, profufely gay. 
Are drcft in all the pride of May | 
The bfodi around, in ev*r/ vale, 
Breathe rapture on the vocal gale. 

But ab, Miranda t without thee. 
Nor fpring nor fummer fmilei on me ! 
A\) lonely, in the fecret (hade, 
i mourn thy abfeoce, charming maid. 

O foft at love, at honour fair ! 
More gently fweet than vernal airl 
Come to my armt, for you alone. 
Can all my anguifh paft atone. 



O come ! Mid to my bleeding heart 
Tk* ambroflal balm of love impart ; 
Tky prefence lafting joy fliall bring. 
And give the year eternal fpringi 



SONG 158. 

, AV ZLXCJAC BALLAD. 

^YH E R E now It that fun of repbfe 

That once ui*d to fmile on this breaf^, 
On the morn rhat fo genially rofe. 
And at cTe fct (b kindly in red i 



Alu I all withdrawn from aijr fifkra 
On tbc morning no longer it kMmil 

And, inftead of contentmeat at nigk^ 
Spreads korror alone in mj dnaiM* 

O, Belmoor ! why e*er did 1 ktnr 

What I knew muft be death to ktlitvi^ 

Or drink up a ilrain with my ctr. 
When I faw it wai meant to dccctfcl 

To whom, tell me now, can I fptak» 
That will not reproach and txcldm } 

And reao thro* tke bluih on tkla ckeek^ 
ThatguUt ia^tkc parent of IkMMl 

In va.n the dark grove do I try, 
S<»nie refpite from cenfore Co Bmd | 

But, oh ! from a world i may fly. 
Yet cannot efcape from my flBiAd I 

'n the thickeft recefs of the (kade. 
My confcience criei, Flavia, fee tkerc^ 

What a wretch a fond father la made. 
What a mother is plunged in defpnlrl 

The sephyr^s moil innocent g»le 
Now feema at my condu£^ to soar; 

And the ftream, as it winda througk tkcdsli 
Says, Flavia is fpotlefs 00 mote. 

At church, in the moment of pnjV^ 
Remorfe lifts her terrible rod. 

And harrows my foul with defpair, 
Tho* 1 kneel at the throac of any God* 

*Tis juft-— and I cannot upbraid. 
For Belmour yet fwelU in the eye; 

And this bofom, tho' bafely be tray *d. 
Still heaves with too tender • figh 1 

In fpite of religion*s puro brtntk. 

The fofteft ideas will rife j 
And 1 doat to diftradion and deatk. 

While I labour to hate and defpiAs 

Come grave, then, thou heft of relief 

Regardlefs of fcafon or time. 
At once give an end to my griefs. 

And i Lethe to waih o'er my crime* 

Yet ceafe not, ye tears, ftill to flow 
From the fount of contrition or loic|^ 

So th* excefs of my forrows below 
May putckafe my pardon above. 



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SONG 159. 
Written by the Editor. 

WHEN Frvedom was baniihM 
Greece and from Rome, 
And wandfrM, neele^ed, in Tearch of a home; 
Jove, willing to Hx her where long (he might 

fland, 
Turn*d the globe round about to examine each 
land. 
Derrydown, down; down* derry down. 

With nice circumfpe£Hon he viewed the whole 

ball, 
And weighed in hii balance the merits cf all ; 
Then quickly determin*d that England, alone, 
Wat the fpot well adapted fur Liberty's throne. 
Derry down. Sec, 

So inf^ant convening the deities round, 

ffe told them a dwelling for Freedom ht*d 

found ; 
And beggM that each god would fome bounty 

impart 
To a land from whence Liberty ne*er ihoold 

depart. 
Derry down, &c. 

Then Mart boldly fteppM from hit inlftreft*t 

fide. 
And fwore that the Britons in war (honld prc;fide ; 
WMle Bacchus dedarM that each heart-chear- 

ing juice. 
For the ufe of true £ngliflimen,he would produce. 
Derry down, Arc. 

Merry Momuf then rofc, and beggM they would 

admit 
He might gWe them a fplce of the true Attic wit} , 
And Venut dedar*d, if ''twat pleafing to Jove, 
^hecooM wiib to mal^e England the empire of 

love. 



To render compleat all the blefiings now paft. 
And provide that they might to eternity lafl; 
It was inftant refolv'd that atoait.ihould.be 

giv'n, 
And drank in a bumper by each one in fieav*n« 
Derry down, &c. 

The words of the toaft, at it flands on record, 
Were, «« Britons with Britons together accord ; 
*< By your enemies, then, you ihall always be 

" fear'd, 
'** And with wine, wit, and women, iaceflantly 

«< chear'd.** 
Derry down, &c. 

Then let each Ton of Freedom, whothefe gifts 

approves. 
Fill his glafs to the brim in the liquor he loves j 
And join me in drinking <* Confufion to thofe 
« Who, Englifhmen born, are ftiU EngUih- 
" men's foes.*' 
Derry down, down; down, derry down* 



SONG 160. 

COLm; A.PASTOaAL* 

To the Memory of Mr. Cunningham. 
Written by Mr. Hawkins. 

Q I y £ ear, O ye fwaint, to my lay } 

Since Colin, alas! is no more> 
I languifti and pine all the day. 

In forrow my loft to deplore : 
For he was fo gentle a fwain. 

His manners were ever rever*d } 
So fweet was his paftoral ftrain. 

So artlefs, it ever endeared* 

Ye warblers that bill on each fprayy 

Be penfive, be hu(KM> tind €^^Ttk\ 
Ye lambVina tW vi^t\x<itv\x ^vj» 



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So teadtr uU loving waj he. 

So Aithful and firm to hit truftj 

With m'ldncft he liVd, and with gleej 
A pidure of all that waa jaft. 

tCa a^c^ waa meek and ferenc, 

Tranquility dwelt in bis air} 
Ko mortal like him e*er waa feeoy 

No mortal with him could compare: 
For he was Co gentle and kind, 

That birUii clufter*d round in a throng. 
And all in full harmony join*d 

To echo hia elegant fong. 

But Colin from tn ia'far borne. 

No longer hi fiAgft thto* the grove { 
No longer^ beneath the gay thorn, 

He poors forth his fonnets of love i 
Then farewel, O fitrourite bard ! 

Adieu, my dear Colin, adieu! 
Thy worth I fliall ever regard, 

To thy fame I will ever.be true. 



SONG i6i. 

THX lArS OF THE TIAV. 

Written by Mr. Skim stone. 

'X^ AS in t land of learning, 
The mufe'a favVite ftatjoa, 
Snch pranks, of late. 
Were play'd by a rat. 

As gave them conftemation ? 

All In a college-ftudy. 

Where booka were in great plenty, 
l*bis rat would devour 
More feofe, in an hour, 

Than I could write— in twenty. 

His breakfaft, half the morning. 

He conflancly attended ; 
And when the bell, rung 
For evening-fong, 

His dinner fcarce was ended. 

Huge tomes of geo— ^phy, 
And maps, lay all in flatter ; 

A river or a fea 

Was to him a di(h of tea. 
And a kiogdooa—bread and butter. 

Sq^ havock, fpoU, and rapine. 
With grief my mole reheaifes; 

How freely be would dine 

On fome balky fchool-divioe. 
And for def(prt-.-eat verfes. 

He fpar*d not av^n heroics^ 

On vbich w« poctt pride nit 
And would make no liiore 
Of King Arthurs^ by ^he fcore^ 
Than— all the world hefide doci. 

Jut if tie dcfpVate potion 

Might chance to ovcr»dofe him) 

to check it*t rage. 

He took a pige 
O/Iefic, to cdmpofe htm* 



A trap, in hifte and anger. 

Was bought, you need not doabt on*t| 
And fuch was the gin. 
Were a lion once in. 

He could not, I think, get out on't. 

With cheefe, not books, *twas baited; 

The fad, Til not belye it j 
Since none, I tell ye that. 
Whether fchoUr or rat, 

Minds books, when be has other diet. 

But more of trap and bait. Sir, 
Why (hould 1 Hng, or either.^ 

Since the rat, with mickle pride. 

All their fopbiftry defy*d, 

And dragg'd them away together. 

Both trap and bait were vaniih'd 
Thro* a fracture in the flooring ; 

Which, tho* fo trim 

It now may feem. 

Had then a dos^n or more in. 

Then anfwer tliis, ye fages. 
Nor think I mean to wrong ye | 

Had the rat, who thus did feise oa 

The trap, lefs claim to reafon. 
Than many a fage among ye ? 

Dan Prior*s mice, I own it. 

Were vermin of condition) 
But this rat, who merely learn*d 
What rata aJone concerned, 

Wm the greater politician* 

That England's repfy-turvy, 

Is clear from thefe midiaps. Sir; 
Since traps, we may determine. 
Will no longer tike our vermin. 
But vermin take our traps, Sir. 

Let fophs, by rats infefled, 

Then truft in cats to catch *em ; 
Left they prove the utter bane 
Of our fludies, where, *tis plain, 
No mortal fits— to watch *em. 



SONG x6z. 

KATE OP ABEROtZN. 

Written by Mr. Cu!«^'ikcRAM. 

'pif E filver moon's enamoured beam 

Steals foftly through the night. 
To wanton with the winding ftream. 

And kifs reflected light. 
To courts be gone, heart-foothing lleep» 

Where you've fo feldom been, 
Wlvlft I May'a wakeful vigil keep 

M^th Kate of Aberdeen. 

The nymphi and fwains ezpe€hmt wait^ 

In primrofe chaplets ^y, 
Till morn unbars her golden gate. 

And gives the promised May : 
The nymphs arid fwains (hall all declare 

the promised May, when reeh| 
Not half fo fragrant, half fo fair. 

As Kalt of Mktidttn. 



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le my pipe to playful ootei^ 
roufe yon nodding ^rovci 
w-walcM birds diilend their throats, 
hail the maid I love; 
approach the lark miftakes, 
()uits the Dew>drefs*d greens 
rds ! *tis not (he morninji breaksy 
Kate of Aberdeen. 

ithefome o*er the dewy mead, 

re elves difportive play, 

lal dance young Aepherds lead, 

ng their loTe-cun*d lay. 

ay in morning-robe draws nighy 

claimt a virgin queen ; 

mphs and fwatns exulting cry, 

*t Xate of Aberdeen. 



SONG 163. 

>ung at FaEE-MASONsHALL. 

ST me, ye fair tuneful nine, 

throfyne grant me thy aid} 

the honcurs I Hng of the triney 

ie o*er.my numbers, blythe maid* 

amour and fadlion, oh'ceafe! 

ence all ye cynical train) 

Dot, difturb not ^he Lodge*s fweet peace> 

e filence and fecrefy reign. 

1 untainted here dwells, , 

the morals of Athens are taught; 
Iiram*s tradition here tells / 

the world out of chaos was brought, 
rvency, freedom, and seal, 
nafter's commands we obey; 
in, no cowan our fecrets can fteal, 
ibler our myftVies betray. 

fdom her flandard difplays; 
nobly the fciences (hine; 
e temple's vaft column we ral/cy 
ini(h a work that*s divine, 
from the Eaft with pure light, 
the arts do their bleifings bellow, 
perfed, ail perfed unfold to thehght, 
: none but a mafon can know. 

irth any praife can be found, 
rirtoe unnam*d in my fong, 
ce in the \iniverfe round, 
rhefe to a mafon belong ; 
h brother his pailions fubduc, 
fe chanty, concord, and love, 
haiPd, and be hailM by the thrice 
pyfew 
sfide in the Grand Lodge abore. 



SONG 164. 

>ird that hears her neftJing cry, 
flies abroad for food, 
impatient through the fkf 
rfe her callow brood : 
ler mother knows no joy, 
>det M tboufdnd h»rms. 



And fickcna for her darling boy,, 
When abfent from her ^nui. 

Such fondneii with impatience join*d 

My futhful bofom fires, • 
Now forc'd to leave the fair behind. 

The queen of my fe^itss 
The powers of verfe too languid proTe» 

All fimilies are va^ 
To (hew how ardently I |nve, 

Or to relieTe my piMn. 

The faint with fervent seal infplr*d. 

For heaven and joy divine { 
The faint is not with rapture fir^d. 

More pure more waiin than mine I 
1 take what liberty I dare, 

*Twere impious to fay more | 
Convey my longings to the fai^. 

The goddefs I adore. 



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SONG 165. 

Sung in Oncnokp* 

gR IGHT Cynthia's pow'r, divinely great. 

What heart is not obeying? 
A thoufand Cupids on her wait. 
And in her eyes are playing. 

She feems the queen of lore to reign | 

For flie alope difp^nfea 
Such fweets at beft can entectaia 

The guft of aU the fenfea. 

.Her face a charming profpeA bring! { 

Her breath gives balmy bllflea { 
I hear an angel when (he finga. 

And tafte of heav*n la kiAea. 

Four fenfes thus ihe feafts with joy. 

From nature's rfcheft treafure; 
Let me the other fenfe employ. 

And I (hall die with pleafure. 



SONG x66. 

AMOttT. 

SWEET Phillis, well met. 
The fun is juft fet. 
To yon myrtle grore let*s repair | 

All nature's at re(l. 

And none to moleft ; 
I've fomething to fay to my fair. 

Phyllis. 

No, no, fubtle fwaini 

Entreaties are vain^ 
Perftt2ide me to go you neVr (hall| 

Night draws en apace, 

I mu(l quit the place. 
The dew is beginning to faU. 

Amoext* 
Believe me, coy maid, 
By Vionout Vnv^wa^^* 
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The oak and the pine 
Their leaves kindly join, 
To fhelcer love*s Tot*ries from harm. 

Phyllis. 

Your arts I defpifet 

My virtue I prire ; 
Though poor, 1 am richer than thofc 

Who, loft to all fiiame, 

Will barter their fame 
For purchafe of gold.and fine doaths. 

AMoaiT* 

You do me much wrong; 

Such thoughts ne*er belong 
To the rioble and gen'rous breaftj 

I meant but to know 

If Phyllis would go 
And let Hymen make Amoret bleft. 

Phyllis. 

If what you now fay 

Your heart don*t betray, 
It gives me much pleafure to find 

My Amoret ftill 

A ft ranger to ill, 
And to wedl6ck*s foft bondage inclin*d. 



SONG 167. 

TRt ROAST Blir OP OLD ENGLAND. 

"^HBN mighty roaft beef was the Englifli. 

man*s food, 
It ennobled our veinS| and enriched our blood; 
Oar foldiers ^ttc brave, and our courtiers were 
goad I 
O the roaft beef of Old England ! 
And O the Old Engllfh roaft beef I 

But fince we have learnt, from alI.^onquVing 

France, 
To eat their ragouts, as well at to dance, 
We*re fed up with nothing— ^-but vain com- 
plaifance. 
O the roaft beef, Sec. 

Our fathers of old were robuft, ftout and ftrong, 
And kept open houfe with good chear all day 

long, 
Which made the plump tenants rejoice in this 

fong. 
O the roaft beef. Sec. 

But now we are dwindled to what ihall I 

name? 
A fneaking poor race, half begotten— —and 

tame, 
Who folly thofe honours that once (hone in 

fame. 
O the roaft beef, Sec. 

When good Queen Eliaabeth fat on the throne. 
Ere coffee, or tea, or fuch flip-rtops were known, 
The world was in terror if c*cr ^ did frown* 
Oth^roanbief, Ac. 



In thofe days, if fleets did prefume on the mill) 
They feldom or never retained back again ^ 
As witnefs the vaunting Armada ot" Spain. 
O the roaft beef. Sec, 

O then they had courage to eat and to figbc, 
And when wrongs were a cooking to do the» 

fel ves right; 
But now we're a pack of— I could*— bat gofti 

night. 
O the roaft beef, &c. 



SONG 168. 

Sung in She wou'd if fit c^ud* 

- Written .by Sir Gxoacz Ethzexgx. 

f* O little or no purpofe 1 fpcnt many days, 
In ranging the Park, th* Exchange, aad 

■ the plays; 
For ne'er in my rambles, till now, did 1 pron 
So lucky to meet with the man I cou*d love. 
Oh ! how am 1 pleased, when 1 think on thif 

man. 
That I find 1 muft love, let me do what I can! 

How long I /hall love him, I can no moie telif 
Than had I a fever, when I ftiould be well. 
My paftion (hall kill me before I will Aew it, 
And yet J would give all the world he did know 

it: 
But oh, how I figh, when I think Aoold be 

woo me, 
I cannot deny what I know woii*d ondo me! 



SONG 169. 

Written by Mr. PaioR. 

jl^LEXIS ihunn*d his fellow fwains. 
Their rural fports and jocund ftrains, 

(Heaven guard us all from Cupid*s bow;) 
He loft his crook, he left his flocks. 
And wandVing through the lonely rocks. 

He nouri/h'd endlefs woe. 

The nymphs and fhepherds round him came. 
His grief fome pity, others bUme ; 

The fatal caije all klndiy Icek : 
He mingled hi 5 concern with their.*. 
He gave them back their friendly tears; 

He fighM, but could nut Ipe^k. 

Clorinda came, among the reft; 
And flie, too, kind concern expreft. 

And alk*d the reafon of his woe r 
She afk^d ; but with an air and mien. 
As made it eafily forefeen. 

She fearM too much to know. 

The (hepherd rais'd his mournful head^ 
And will you pardon me, he faid. 

While 1 the truth reveal ; 
Which nothing from my breaft fliould tear, 

I Which never Aould ofl^end your ear^ 

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rove, ^tis thus confipUiay 
ipear'd upon the pUin , 
ihecaufeof all my care: 
>n thoufand dangers darC) 
id torments vex my heart} 
sd I defpair. 

Alezjs, I have heard, 
thought, *tis wjiat I fear*d ; 

I pardon you, (he cry*d : 

ill promife, ne'er again 

your vowi, or ^ak your pain. 

iy obeyed, ^nd dy*d. 



SONG 170. 

ANAjCRSONTXC. 

»n Copid faw, one day, 
et warbling on a I'pray, 
:o make the bird his prey. 

le ftring that ties my bow ; 
warrant that will do 
1 artlefs bird as you. 

d the fluttcrer*s neck he caft 
cord, and ty'd it faft: 
u fafe (he cries) at laft. 

th ont-ftretch*d wings and beak 
le urchin's ftring to bfeik j 
llow*d his flight to take. 

le rifes from the ground, 
md hovers round and round^ 
s fetters, narrow bound. 

with enfnaring arts, 
iroad his poifon'd darts, 
t wretched lovers hearts : 

them with his wanton play, 
em his tyrant pow'r obey, 
1 to rule with gentle fway: 

tniflaken mortals find 
1 filken cord can bind ; 
, not the boy. Is blind. 



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And once their fweet lips if you heartily fmacky 
They'll never once after deny. 

£ncoiira^*d by this, I determined to prefe 
The prettieft of nymphs ever known. 

Till my heart beat with tranfport, to fuch an 
excefs. 
That her bofom grew warm at my own. 

A manly alTurance, where love is fincerey 
In lovers (hews prudence and ikiU) 

And now when J cry, Shall 1 kifs you, my 
dear? 
Her anfwer's. You may if you will. < 



SONG 



271. 



r firft I faw Chloe I pray'd for a kifs, 

frown'd, and cry*d, Pr'y thee, fwain, 

n't} 

think freedoms fo clofe are amifs, 

ke my word for it, 1 won*t. 

: ! 1 replyM, Can a lover too clofe 

ich the dear charmer he loves ? 

, ev*ry ihepherd that's happy well 

MS, 

sver a damfel difproves. 

d now whifper'd. Why beg for a kifs, 
er your manhood's at f^akej 
uty defpifes a queftion like this, 
3urt not to afk but to take? 

^jtb holdnefs the fair /bould attack \ 
adu^ Ja them (o beihyi 



S O N G 172. 

THBOVGH THE WOOD LADDIE. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

O Sandy, why leav'ft thou thy Nelly to 

mourn. 

Thy prefence could eafe me. 

When naithing can pleafe me ! 

Now dowie I figh on the banks of the boom, 

Or through the wood, laddie, until thou return. 

Tho* woods Aow. are bonny, and morningt are 
clear, 
While lav'rockt are (inging. 
And primrofes fpringing, 
Yet nane of them pleafes mine eye or mine ear. 
When through the .wood, laudie, ye dinoA 
appear. 

That I am forfaken fome fpare not to tell, 
I'm faih'd wi' their Icorning, 
Baithev'ning and morning. 
Their jeering goes aft to my heart wi* a knell. 
When through the wood, laddie, 1 wander 
myfel. 

Then ftay, my dear Sandy, no longer away ^ 
But quick as an arrow, 
Hafle hence to thy marrow, 
Who*t living in languor till- that happy day, 
When through the wood, laddie, we'll dance^ 
iing and play. 



SONG 173. 

Written by Matthew Grisn. 

J Lately faw what now I fing. 
Fair Lucia*s hand difplay'd; 
This finger grae'd a diamond ring, 
And that a fparrow play*d. 

The feather*d plaything ihc carefs'd. 
And ftrok*d it's head and wings 3 

And while it neftled on her breaft. 
She lifp'd tho deareft things. 

With chiezel bill a fpark ill.fet 
He loofen'd from the reft. 
And fwallowM down to grind hit meat. 
The eailer to dl^e&. 

She fe\»M \vU V\\\ >ll^x^^ W\U >fi\N^%> 
Hei diamond <o ^^to^^ 



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Twu g<me! ft« ftckenM at tke fight, 
Moaning her bird wdu*d die. 

The tongiie-ty*d knocker none might afe. 
The cartaim none might draw, 

The footmen went without their (hoes» 
The ftreets were laid with ftrtw. 

The doctor us*d his oily art. 

Of ftrong emetic kind ; 
Th* apothecary play*d his party 

And engineered behind. 

When phyfic ceased to fpend it*f ft«r« 

To bring away the ftone, 
Dicky, like people given o^er. 

Picks up, when let clone. ^ 

Hit eyoi difpeU'd their fiekly dejtt» 

He peckM behind his wing : 
Lacia recorVing at the news, ' 

RieUpfet lor the ring. 

Meanwhile, within her beauteous breaft^ 

TwodifTrent paHlons ftrove.; 
When avMce ended the conteft^ 

And trUimph*d over love. 

Poor little, pretty, flutt*ring things 

Thy pains the (ex. difplay ! 
Who, only to repair a ring^ 

Could take thy life away. 

Drive avVice from your breaAa, ye fair» 

Monfterof fouleft mien; 
Te would not let it harbour therey 

Could but it*a form be feen. 

It made a virgin {Mit on guile, 
Truth's image bc^ak her word ; 

A i.ucia*a face forbear to fmile, 
JL -ycnua kill her bird* 



SONG 174. 

Written by O. Lyttilton, XG}. 

fHE heavy boors are almoft paft 

That part my love and me, 
My longing eyes may hope at laft 
Their longing wifli to fee. 

But how, my Delia, will you meet 
The «Mui you*ve loft Co long ? 

W\ll love on all your pulfes beat. 
And tremble on your tongue ? 

Will you io-ev*ry lode declare 
Your heart is ftill the- iianie ; 

And heal each idly, anxious care 
Our fears in abfence framed 

Thus, Delia » tkuf I paint thefceile 

When fliortly we4hall meet. 
And try what yet remains between 

Of loitVmg tim» to cheat. 

Bnt if the dream that foothei my nund 
Shall falfe and gronndlefi provt j 

If I am dooin'd ae length to find 
You h^T9 forgot to loftl 



All I of Venus tSk is this. 

No more to let us join; 
But grant mt hrrc the flatt*ripg blifs* 

To die and think you mine* 



S O K G X75. 

Written by Mr. Whitebkao. 

Y£ Sf 1*^ ta love, I feel it nov. 

And Celia has undone me \ 
And yet, Til fwear, I cao*t tell kov 

The pleafing plague ftole on me. 
*Tis not her face that love creates. 

For there no graces revel; 
*Tis not her ihape, for there the fates 

Have rather been uncivil. 

*Tis not her air, for fure !n tliat 

There*s nothing more than conunon ; 
And all her ftnfe is only chat. 

Like any other iroman. > 
Her voice, her touch, might give th* alarm, 

*Twaa both, perhaps, or neither| 
In ihort, *twas that provoking charm 

Of Celia ell together. 



SONG 176. 

TJIt TON. 

Sung at Vauzhall. 

1[*0O long the rhimefters of the age, 

Thofe fcribhling fons of ftrife. 
Have dar*d a crow-quill war to wagje 

With dames of higher life, 
I am the fex^a championefs. 

And now ftand forth alone, 
PreparM to refcue and redrefs 

The ladies of the Ton. 

Ye fair who tafte and faihion love, 

I fummon to my fong. 
To ell the world 1*11 plainly prove. 

We never can do wrong. 
Tho* trifling dudes we pe^le^. 

To modiJli life unknown, 
*Tis (tnU. and retibn ftill direft 

The ladies of the Tpn. 

If glad we feekthe midnight hour, 
.. Which others fnore away, 
*Tis but to rsoonfider more 

The labours of the day. 
If all the night we pafs at whift, 

*Tis for tefledion done. 
In hopes our mem*ries to aflift. 

And fit us for the Ton. 

If, dreading pointed ridicule. 
To hufbands we feem loth. 

And with our lovers play the fbof, 
*Tis tendernefs for both, 

For kind to thefe the world derides. 
And harfii to thofe they moan. 

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r coaches bent in tw6, 

e tortar*d every day, 

s how much we can go through, 

n ufluon leads the way. 

lark it*s powVy ye belles and fmarts, 

afliiou, have I fliewn, 

ealc the necks, if not the hearis^ 

adies of the Ton. 



SONG 



I77« 



IN THI HAM» IS WORTH TWO IN 
THX BUSH. 

Sung at Vauxrall* 

G time Tve eojoy*d the foft Cranfports 
• love, 

I'd like a fparrow, or cooM like a dove, 
dbine ^Icove, or in jefiamin bowV» 
lany fond (hepherds Tve liften'd an hour, 
w for fach pleafures I care not a niAy 
bird in the hand is worth two in the buih. 

Colin^s carelTes iiifpir^d me with jojr, 
Damon^i foft vows 1 thovg^t never could 

ach have I fat in a favorite retreaty 

beheld with delight each fond Twain at 

irfcct, 

w for fuch pleafures I care not a ru(h, 

bird in the hand is worth two in the buih. 

rephon declares Vm the girl to hit irtind, 
: proves fiocere, I'll be confUntand kind, 
rsthat to-morrow he'll make me his wife, 
bndlj endeavour to blefs him for life ; 
other fwains now I care not a ru/h, 
bird in the hand is worth twoln the bnih. 



SONG 178. 



KUKAL LirZ. 



'REE from noife, free from ftrife» 
In a fwreec country life, 
wifli for to pafs all my dayt } 
liere innocence reignsy 
ockt cover the plaJn«» 
rdt fweetly echo their layi. 

ow contented they livcy 

'hat joys they receive, 

lothing but ground for their floor| 

ift before the fwcet cot, 

> delightful the fpot, 

jeflamlne grows by the door 1 

ow early they rife, 

raeQiorted with joyt> 

tented their days pafi along ! 

nd if juftly combin*dj 

nth a true heart and rnlndy 

rife whom all rirtoet belong* / 

ho* homely their food, 

heir appetfte*f good, 

ng bgMitb an their €heA$ doth^fpim |. 



Neither envy nor pride 
With them can rcfidc. 
But happinefa Aiines thro* the year* 

At fun going down, 

Their work being done, 
They^re the happieft people on earth } 

By the oak on the gteen 

Each couple is feen. 
With innocent paftime and mirth* 

When harveft is done. 

With a formal old fong, 
The jolly farmer amongft all the refl^ 

He will laugh, drink, and fay. 

This is our holiday, 
With beef and good ale of the heft* 



S O N G 179. 

THE LXBEKTIIIX KXrVLsrD. 

p] E N C £ Belmonr, perfidioM ! thia iaftant 
retire. 

No fareher entreatret employ; 
Nor meanly pretend any more to aidmlre 

What bafely yon wlih to deftroy. 

Say, youth, mud I madly ruih on upon iham^ 

If a traitor but artfully fighs ! 
And eternally part with my honour and fiime 

For a compliment paid to my eyes ? 

If a flame all diflioneft be vilely profeft» 
Thro* tenderneft muft I Incline, 

And feek to indulge the repdfe of -a bfeaft 
That would plant endlefitorturet in mine] 

No, Belmonr— -a pafllon I can^t but defplfe 
Shall never find way to my ears; 

Nor the man meet a glanpc of regard fron^ 
thefe eyer. 
That would drench them fereverin teara* 

Can the lover ^o thinks, nay,' who wiflief 
me bafe, 

Expedl that I e*er ihouhl be kind f 
Or atone with a paltry addreft to my fiioe» 

For the injury done to my mmd ? 

Hence, Bel moor, this inftant, and cea(e every 
dream. 

Which your hope faw fo foolifhiy boni| 
Nor vainly imagine to gain my efteem. 

By deferving my hate and ray fcorn.' 



SONG iSo. 

ODE TO MAY. 

Written by MIfs Wkateikt. 

P A I R E S T daughter of the year^ 
Ever blooming, lovely Mayj 

While the vivid ikies appear. 

Nature fmiles, and all is gay. 

Thine the flowery painted mead^ 

Paflure fair^ and m«>&Ti\iitk ^^t.Yw\ 

Thine, witW \ikf«nt Vivtve^ ^^tvai^) 
LAughiD^ Vit% l]h« \o^\i«^-l^^TA% 



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Friend of thine^ the Oiepherd plays 
Blithfome near the yellow brooiriy 

While his Mock, that carelefi ftrayi, 

Seelct the wild-thyme's fweet perfume. 

May, with thee I mean to rove 

0*er thefc lawns and vallies fair^ 

Tunc my gentle lyre to love, 

Cherilh hope, and foften care. 

Round me fliall the village fwains, 
Shall the rofy nymphs appear j 

While I fing, in rural drains, 
May, to fliepherds ever dear. 

I had never (kill to raife 

Pxans from the vocal brings. 

To the godlike hero*s praife, 

To the pageant pomp of kings. 

Stringer to the hoftile plains, 

Where the braxen trumpetslbund; 

I«ife*s red ftream the verdure ftains. 

Heaps promifcuous prefs the ground : 

Where the murderous cannon*a breath 

Fate denounces from afar. 
And the loud report of death 

Stuns the cruel ear of war. 

Stranger to the park and play. 

Birth-night balls, and courtly trains} 

Tkee I woo, my gentle May, 

Tune for thee my native ftraini. 

Blooming- groves, and wandVing rills. 
Sooth thy vacant poet*s dreams, 

Vocal woods, and wilds, and h.lis. 
All her uneaalted themes. 



SONG i8z. 

JAMIE AND SUE. 

Sung at Vavxkall. 

Jamie. 

pR'YTHEE, Sufan, what doft mufe on, 

fiy this doleful, doleful, fpiing ? 
You are, I fear, in love, my dear, 

Alas, poor thing! tlu, poor thing! alai,poor 
thing 1 

Sue. 

Truly, Jamie, t mud blame ye, 
*Caufe you look fo pale and wan, 
I fear *twili prove you are in love» 
Mm, poor man ! 

Jamie. 

Kay, my Suey, i^ow I view ye. 
Well I know, I know your fmart ; 
When youVe alone, you fi^h and moaoy 
Ai«<» poor heart ! 

Sue. 

Jamie hold, I dare \^ bold 
To fay thy heart, thy heart is ftole, 
And know the ihe, aa well as thcc> 
AJjf/^oo/fouJi 



Jamie* 

Then, my Sue, tell me who, 
1*11 give thee beads of pfjrl; 
And eafe thy heart, of all the fmart^ 
Alas, poor girl ! 

Sub. 

Jamie, no, if you fliou^d know, ^ 
i fear 'twou*d make you fad ; 
And pine away, both night and day, 
Alas, poor lad ! 

Jamje. 

Why then. Sue, it is for you 
That Tm burning in thefe flames } 
And when I die, I know you'll cry, 
Alas, poor James ! 

Sue. 

Say you fo, then Jamie know. 
If you ihou*d prove untrue. 
Then you will make me likewife cry, 
Alas, poor Sue ! 

Both. 

Come, then, join thy hand with mine. 
And we will dance, will dance and liog, 
I do agree to marry thee, 
Alas, poor thing ! I 



^ SONG iSa. 

'"piS not my Patty's fparkHng cye3. 

Her air, her cafy grace, 
Her thrilling accents, that 1 prize. 
Or yet her bioomiog Uce. 

Such charms as thefe in others fhine, 
Whofe beauty^s all they boaft ; 

But when that beauty does decline. 
Their greateft power is loft. 

But lovely Patty's wit refin'd. 
Her fonfe, good-nature, eafe. 

Divine perfe^ions of the mind. 
And firm delire to pleafe : 

Tis thefe that raife the maiden's fame. 
That prompt defire and \oytf 

And kindle in my breafl a flame 
That time can ne'er remove. 



SONG 183. 

he'll steal TOUa tender NtAETt 
AWAY. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

QY mofly brook and flow'ry plain, 
I fondly feek my (hepherd fwain; 

Tell me, fweet maidens, have ye feen 

The gentle Damon on the green : 
Avoid the danger while you may. 
He'll ibal yourtender hearts away. 

Perfoafion fmiles whene'er he fpeakt^ 
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IS heilth, a» Hebe fair, 

twine his auburn hair;' 
is funny eye-beams pUy» 
my tender heart away. 

iths of flowVs he wove for me, 
beneath the hawthorn-Cree^ 
: are his tales of love, 
may they ever prove: 
I, gentle, kind, and gay» 
ly tender heart away. 



SONG 184. 

ing in the Beggar^ s Opera* 

ppy ihould I be with either, 
toother dear charmer away; 
irou thus teize me together, 
ler a wovd will 1 fay : 
•1 de rol, &c. 



SONG 185. 

NLAND NAVIGATION. 

uft at the time when, in forrowful 
ain, 

land was grievoufly groaning; 
; in fadnefs, to add to the fcene, 
of their trade were bemoaning : 
ne redrefs, in this age of diftrefs, 
)rthies (tho' few in the nation} 
s that might tend to fome favourable 

blv*d to promote navigation. 

of commerce will freely combine, 
any kind of evafion, 
ten fo noble and briive a de/ign, 
ily embrace the occaiion : 
>n, that knows what opulence flows 
s art, but with free approbation, 
alert, will his int'reft exert 
)rt and extend navigation. 

ikes our ifle,in the eyes of theworld, 

rk of terror and wonder; 

, when our ihipping their fails have 

t is obliged to knock under! 

n peace, all commerce would ceafe, 

ot for a free navigatioh ; 

es the fource, when fuch plans we 

e, 

Veedom our dear prefervation. 

re view what a laudable plan, 

jght into fine execution 

ater's duke; let us copy the man, 

d to a good refolutinn: 

srs of Trent with the Merfey have 

>rtal can have an objeAion! 

not proceed, to cut into the Tweed, 

: Scots to have greater coonc£bon I 



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A free intercoofe with our principal portf» 

For trade mufl be certainly better; * 

Wlien ti affic*s extended, and goods eaiy vended^ 

In confequence things will be cheaper: 
Our commerce muft thrive, and the aru will 
revive. 

Which are now in a fad (itnation ; 
If we f-iUow this notion, from ocean to ocean* 

To have a compleat navigation. 

To the land what advantages foon muft proceed. 

When once we have open'd our fluices? 
Our cattle, and even the land where they feed. 

Will be turn'd into far better ufes : 
'Tis this win enable our merchants abroad 

To vie with each neighbouring nation; 
Who now, as they tell us, in'/a^ underfell ut. 

For want of this free navigation. 



SONG i86. 

TNX'JKRIAL IMBASSr. 

YH winded tenants of the wood. 

Ye warbling choir arife! 
And feele the bower of my fair. 
Ere deep forfake her eyes. 

Go, fweetly mourning Philomel, 

Whofe forrows never reft ; 
Awake yon ihamelefs, drowfy lark. 

And force him from his neft. 

Thou, my foft linnet, add thy note; 

And thou, melodious thruih ; 
And thou, fweet goldfinch, hafte ! for fet 
. The mom begins to blufli. 

Together wing your airy way 
To yonder woodbine (hade. 

There foftly fwell your gentle ftrainiy 
And wake the lovely maid. 

Through all the fragrant fpicy groTe, 

Fond labour of her fwain. 
Let echo waft your vary*d notei^ 

And call her to the plain. 

So ihall each neft within my meada 
Be fafe from youthful theft ; 

Nor ihall your young, by cruel fnaiei^ 
Of parents be bereft. 

No miftive tube ftiall here be feen. 

My tender birds to flay : 
Then hafte, O hafte, ye tuneful tribe. 
And call my love away. 



SONG 187. 

PHILANOXK AND DAPMNX* 

Q Ye gods! Philander cries, 
' See a nymph in yonder bowV, 

Whofe devoted, piercing eyes, 
Wrapt in fleep*s enchanung powV, 

Ceafe at prefent to allure 
£v'ry youthhii heart to lorct 
O 



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Andf wtthia tht glade obicurey 
Let me all her charms approve* 

Oentle cephyrt, Ulreithe ye foft, 
Carefbl fan her iotely form, 

Ahd around her playing, oft 
Teach her dreams iny inward ftorm* 

with what coropofure rhere^ 

If to man foch blifs was giv*nf 
I*d replace her Howing hair, 

Steal a kifs, and tafte of heaven 1 

Waft me, happy fpiritt ! waft me. 
Far from (cenei of deep defpair. 

To your lovely, charming Daphne, 
^hro* the ileeting, liquid air. 

Like yon pretty, tender dove. 
To it's faithful partner true, 

1 wou'd live the life of love— 
t>i Ihe gently wakes. Adlev. 



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SONG i88. 

Written iy Mr. Srinstoms. 

J Told my nymph, I told her true. 

My fields were fmall, my flocks were 
While faultering accents fpoke my fear. 
That Flavia might not prove Itnccre. 

Of crops deftroy*d by vernal cold. 
And vagrant fheep that left my fold t 
Of thcfe flie heaxd, yet bore to hear} 
And is not FJavia then fmcere ? 

How, changed by fortune's fkfclc win^. 
The friends 1 lov'd became unkind : 
She heard, and ihed a genVovs tear} 
And is not Flavia then fincere ? 

How,, if flic deigned my love to blefs. 
My Fiftvia muft not hope for fh-efet 
This too /he heard, and fmil^d to he«r{ 
And Flavia fure muft be (incere. 

Go (hear your flocks, ye jovial fwainsy 
Go reap the plenty of your plains) 
DefpoiPd o^' ail which you revere, 
I know my Flavians love fincere. 



SONG 189. 
»AtPR or THE mill; a rASTOaAL 

BALLA». 

Wrhtan by Mr. Hawkins. 

^S Hebe was Mn^ing her ftcep tVther day, 

Where the warblers whiftia and fing, 
A rural young Twain came tripping that way, 

As briik and « blithe as 1 king. 
The youth was a ftranger to trouble and care. 

Contentment e>r guided his will. 
Yet ever regarded the fmiles of the fair, 

Though always bred up tn a mill. 

L«ve ftole in his breaft at the fight of the maid, 
For he could not her charms but adore; 

** And if thou art cruel, dear Hebe," he ftid, 
•< 1 furely ioaU iova yM the 



Such tendenieft melted her fate fVirpfi^ 

(For HatK wu never unkind) 
And all of a fudden love gluw'd in her eycs^ 

Which fpoke the diaatea of bar mind. 

They fat themfelv^s down at the foot of ab8| ' 

And chatted together fo free. 
Till Ralph, the young fwain, made figai is 
the mill, 

Whilft ciafping the taymph on hit knee; 
And thus, in a tranfport, the miller reply^d, 

" Thy charms^ deareft girl, are divine!** 
Then prefi'd her fwect lips, and with rtptait 
he cry*d, 

** O Hebe ! confent to be mine." 

She liften'd attentive to all his reqoeft^ 

And freely comply*d to his will ; 
And now, to her folace, nie*s marry *d, and bkl 

With honeft young Ralph of the mill. 
Peace follows their fbotfteps wherever they go, 

In blifs all their hours are fpent | 
But, leaders of fafhion, Vd have you to knov, 

l*heir ** happinefs flows from content.'* 



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190. 



THE CHOICE. 

^ Man that*s neither high nor Iow» 

In party nor in ftature ; 
No noify rake, nor Arkle bean, 

That*s us*d to cringe and flatter. 

And let him be no learned fool 
That nods o'er mufty books; 

That eats and drinks, and lives by rule. 
And weighs my words and looks. 

Let him be eafy, frank, and gay. 

Of dancing never tir'd ; 
Always have fomcrhing fcnart to fay. 
But filent, if required. 



SONG 19X. 

a PASTOaAL. 

Written by Mr. Cvnnimgnam. 

p ALEMON, feated by his fav*rite maid, 
The fylvan fccnes with extafy furvey*d; 
No;hing could make the fond Alexis gay. 
For D^hne had bren abfent half the day } 
Dar'd by Palemon tor a paftoral prize. 
Relaxant (in hh turn) Alexis triea. 

Palemon. 

This brceae by the river how charming and 
foft! 

How fmooth the graia carpet I how green! 
Sweet, fweet fiogs the lark, at he cainili 
aloft; 

His miific enlivens tbe-fcene. 
A thoufand frefh flowerets unufoally gay. 

The fields and the forefb adorn; 
I pluck'd me (ome rofes— -the children of May! 

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Ths flcies are quite clouded— ^too b*ld is the 
breete ! 

Dull Tap?Qri defcend on the plain; 
The rerdure't all blafted that cover'd yon treci, 

The birds cannot compafs a fhain! 
!■ fearch for a chapkt my temples to bhidy 

All day at I files; ly rove, 
I can*c find a flow*ret, not one to my QMO^i 

In meadow. In garden, or (roTe. 

Palsmon. 

I oe*erfaw the ked^ in fucb excellent bloom, 

The lambkins more wantonly gay! 
My cows feem 10 breathe a more pleafing per* 
fume. 

And bri^ter than common the da^l 
If any dull (hepherd fliould fuoltibly alk. 

So rich why the landfcapej appear ' 
To give a right anfwer, how cafy my taik! 

Becaufe my fweet Philllda's here. 

A1BKI8. 

The fticam that fo muddy moves flowly alon^ 

Once roird in a beautiful tide; 
Ic feem*d o'ei* che pebbles to murmur a fong. 

But Daphne fac then by my fidej 
Seci— f e o ^wthe fweet maid o*er the meadow ihe 
hietl 

Quite alur*d already the fcene 1 . 
How limpid che Arcam la ! how gay the blue 
ikies! 

The hills and the hedges how green ! 



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191. 



TRK LADY ISABXLJ.A*S TKACSnT. 

f HERE was a lord of worthy fame. 

And a hunting he would ride. 
Attended by a noble train 
Of gentry by his fide. 

And while he did in chace remain^ 

To fee both fport and play f 
His lady went, as flie did feign. 

Unto the church to pray. 

This lord he had a daughter dear, ^^ 

Whofe beauty fiione fo bright, 

$he was beiov'd, both far and near| 
Of many a lord and knight. 

fair Ifabella was ihe catrd, 

A craaturc fair waa Ai«} 
(he waa her father's only joy^ 

Ai you diall after fee $ 

Tlierefore her cruel (Up-moth^r 
. DM envy her lb much j 
That day by day (he fought her |if^| 
Her malice it waa fuck. 



She bargain'4 with the 4 

To tiu her life away : 
^itd taking of her dMughtft*Mj^golLf 



Go home, fweet daughter, I thee pray» 

Go haiien prefently; 
And tetl unto the maftef-cook 

Thcfe words that I uU thee. 

A n't bid him drefs to dinner ftraight 
That fair and milk-white doe, 

That in the patk doth (bine fo brighty 
There's none fo fair to (bow. 

This lady ftariog of no harm, 

Obe>*d her mother's willj 
And prrfenciy file hafted home. 

Her pleafure to fulfil. 

She ftraight into the kitchen went. 

Her mciTige for to telij 
And there ihe fpy*d che mafter-cooky 

Who did with malice fwell. 

Now, mafter-cook, it muft be fo. 

Do that which 1 thee tell; 
You needs muft drefs the milk-white doe 

Which you do know full well. 

Then ftraight his cruel bloody hands. 

He on the lady laid; 
Who quivering and ihaking ftanda, . 

While thus to her he faid : 

Thou art the doe, that I muft drefs ; 

See here, behold my knife j 
For it is pointed prefeotly 

To rid thee of thy life. 

O then, cry*d out the fcuUion-boy, 
As loud at loud might be: 

fave her life, good mafter-cook. 
And make your pyes of me ! 

For pity*s fake do not deftroy 

My lady with your knife : 
You know ihe is her father^ joy ; 

For Cbrift's fake fave her life, 

1 will not fave her life, he faid. 

Nor make my pyes of thee j 
Yet if thou doft this deed betray. 
Thy butcher 1 will be. 

Now when this lord he did come home 

For to fit down and eat; 
He called for his daughter dear* 

To come and carve his meat. 

Now fit you down, his lady faid, 

O fit you down to meat: 
Intofome nunnery ihe is gone; 

Your daughter dear forget. 

Then folemnly he made a vow. 

Before the company; 
That he would neither eat nor drinkf 

Until he did her fee. 

O then hefpake the fcttllion-boyj 

With a loud voice fo high : 
If now you will your daughter fee. 

My lord, cot up that pye; 

Wherein her fleih is minced fmall^ 
And pirc^ved V\X\\ x.\\^ ivx%\ 
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And curfed be the mafter-cook, 

O curfed may he be ! 
I proffered him my own heart's bloody 

From death to fet her free. 

Then all in black this lord did mourn ; 

And for hii daughter's fake^ 
He judged her cruel ftep-mother 

To be burnt at a ftake. 

Likewife he judg'd the mafter-cook 

In boiling-leid to (land, 
And made the fimple fcullion-boy 

The heir of al) his land. 



SONG 193. 

THE WISTIRN BEAUTY. 

J^ISTEN, Bath, and the voice of an oracle 
hsar, 

Nor fancy the poet in jeft; 
Alarm*d for all nature, I bid tbre beware 

Of a fair one that flames in the Weft. 

From hrr cheek, tho* pale ficknefs has rifl'd 
the rofe. 

And robb'd of it's lightning her eye; 
Lo, with graces fufficient thr virgin ftill glows, 

A legion of nymphs to fqpply. 

To recal thofe loft charms to thy fountain ihe 
wings. 
But forbid her to tafte it, or lave; 
For, woe te the world ihouU'ft thou grant her 
thy fprings, / 

And hralth be the fruit of thy wave. 

FulfilPd would the prophefy rife (by my foul) 
By which poor mankind muft expire ; 

Which declares that the globe (hail be burn'd 
like a fcroli, 
That an angel ihall fet it on fire. 



SONG 194. 

TRX PAKACEAj OR, UNIVERSAL REMEDY. 

Written by Mi. Egglxsham. 

J^ Doftor behold of moft extenHve credit ! 

Whate'cr your diforder no longer pray 

dread it^ 
With one fmgle drug all complaints I can cure: 
Tho' my med'cine is iharp, yet it's virtues are 

Cure. La, la, la, la, ice. 

The body's grofs humours, and ftomach's va- 
garies, 

I leave to the college, and apothecaries; 

My aims are much higher, and leave then^ be- 
hind ; 

They cure but the body, I body and mind. 

La, la, la, la, &c* 

This anodyne necklace (a cord toyour thinking) 
Apply'd tothp throat, cures all ills in a twink- 
ling; 
Whatever their ftation, it inftantly frees 'em, 
PoJjt/cJMn, iMke, hulij, 6nt hdy, or beefom. 
L», l», li, hf &€• 



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The judge, who 'gainft law all hit life hat f|l 

riot, 
Whofe confcience and praflice can oe'er be at 

quiet. 
May be cur'd, by onedofe, of chagrin and repeof 

tance. 
Nor ever be forc'd to rererfe his own fentence. 
La, la, la, U, ftti 

The bellowing lawyer, who roan by the how 
'Gainft all things— but gold and the people ia 

pow'r. 
Oh let him but once in this necklace be ftrong, 
Tho' his principles hold, he will yet hold bii 

tongue. La, Ja, la, la, ftc 

With ftar brightly ftiining, the knight of long 

ftanding 
Will give o'er the thoughts of your frtt YOtei 

commanding; 
Only one little dofe will quite fettle hit braioy 
Nor bruifers nor butchers he'll think of agaia. 
La, la, la, la, ftc. 

The feeble, old noble, longfincedeadtopleafurr, 
Who ftill feels an itch for virginity's trealbrBy 
No more difappointment or actions ihall pain. 
Nor, polTcfit'd of the prize, ftiall poHefsit invaia. 
La, la, la, la, te« 

No profit I aim at, the good of the nation 
Is all my defign in this free publication; 
Then hither, who wi(h ordeferve it, repair; 
You ihall all be fupply'd I've enough and ta 
fpare. La, la, la, la, Ike. 



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^H£N I behold that angel face, 

I feel love's fierceft fire; 
That form, replete with ev'ry grace, 
Was qaade to give defire. 

Oft I eifay to tell my pain. 

As oft 1 fear her frown ; 
As fital that, as on the main 

Mad tempefts thund'ring dowo« 

Yet could 1 hope the fweet relief 

Of one reviving fmile; 
How wi>uld it forten all my grief. 

And ev'ry pang beguile. 

Not yonder fun, that lights the /ky. 

Is to it's courff more true 
Than to the laws of love am I, 

Than i fhould be to you. 



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^HEN Celia dwells on Florio*s charmt^^ 
Commends his rofy neck and arms^ 

With gloomy fpleen I fwell ; 
IV4y pallid cheeks, and filent tears, 
Confus'd replies, and anxious fears^ 

Too plain my anguifh telK 

But when o'erpower'd by gen 'rout winej 
Hit odiput atmiii.\\^ viaii^ ttvtVxTvt^ 
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-Yet ftill I cannot ceafc to love. 
Vouchfafe, dear nymphy my flame t^ approve, 
My conftancy return. 

Thrice happy they, whom love unites 
In mutual bonds, in pure delights^ 

Unbroken by complaint! ; 
Whofe blifs nor anxious care nor ftrife 
Difturbs their Uteft hours of iife. 

Or happinefs e'er taints. 



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197. 



SIR DILBESRY DIDDLE, CAPTAIN OF 
MILITIA. 

QF all the brave captains that ever were feen, 

Appointed to fight by a king or a queen 5 
By a queofi or a king appointed to fight. 
Sure never a captain was like this brave knight. 

He pulPd off his flippert, and wrapper of filk, 
And foaming as furious — as whi/k-pared milk; 
Says he to his lady— My lady, I'll go— 
My company calls me} you muft not fay no. 

With eyes all in tears, fays my lady— fays flie— 

O cruel Sir Dllberry, do not kill me ! 

For I never will leave thee, but cling round thy 

middle. 
And die in the arms of Sir Dilberry Diddle. 

Says Diddle again to his lady, My dear! 
(And with a white handkerchief wip*d off a 

tear) 
The hottcft of anions will only be farce. 
For fure thou art Venus ! Says Ac, Thou art 

Mars ! 

Awhile they ftood fimp*ring, like mafter and 

m\(s, 
And Cupid thought he wo«ld have given one 

kifs} 
•Twas what ffie expe£ted, admits no difpute, 
But he touch'd his own finger, and blew a 

falute. 

By a place I can*t mention, not knowing it's 

name. 
At the head of his company, Dilberry came; 
And the drums to the window call ev'ryeye, 
To fee the defence of the nation pafs by. 

Old bl^le-fac'd women, through fpeAacles dim. 
With hemming and coughing, cry'd, Lord ! it 

is him ! 
While boys, and the girls, who more clearly 

fould fee, 
Cry'd, yonder's Sir Dilberry Diddle— that's he. 

Of all the fair ladies that came to the (how. 
Sir Diddle's fair lady fiood firft in the row; 
O charming, fays ihe, how he looks 4II in red ! 
How he turns out hit^toei I how he holds up 
his head I 

Do but fee his cockade, ani behoJd hU dear gun, 
Which /bines like a looking- glaft held iu the 



O ! fee thyfelf now, thouVtfo martially fmarty 
And look as you look when you conquerM my 
heart! 

The fweet-ibunding notes of Sir Dilberry 

Diddle, 
More ravifh'd his ears than the found of a fiddle; 
And as it grew faint, that he heard it no more. 
He fof ten*d the word of command to— encore* 

The battle now ever, without any blows. 
The lieroes unarm, and ftrip off their clothes} 
The Captain refre/h'd with a fip of rofe-water. 
Hands his dear to the coach, boWs, and then 
fleps in after. 

John's orders were fpecial, to drive very flow. 
For fevers oft follow fatigue, we all knowj 
But prudently cautious, in Venus't lap. 
His head under apron, brave Mart took a nap. 

He drcam'd, fame reports, that he cut all the 

throats 
Of the French, as they landed in flat-bottomM 

boats: 
In his fleep if fuch dreadful deftrudion he 

makes. 
What havock, ye'godt! Ihall we have when he 

wakes ! 



SONG 198. 

Sung in Thomas and Sally • 

'P' H E echoing horn calls the fportfmen abroad; 

To horfe, my brave boys, and away: 
The morning is up, and the cry of the hounds 

Upbraids our too tedious delay. 
What pleafure we tind in purfuing the fox! 

O'er hill, and o'er valley, he flies: 
Then follow ; we'll foon overtake him«— huzxa! 

The traitor is feiz'd on, and dies. 

Triumphant returning at night with the fpoil, 

Like Bacchanals, (houting and gay. 
How fwec^t with a bottle and lals to refrefli. 

And lofe the fati^rues of the day! 
With fport, love and wine, fickle fortune defy; 

Dull wifdom ail happinefs fours: 
Since life is no more than a palfige, at beft. 

Let's ftrew the way over with flow'rs. 



SONG 199. 

BACCHUS TRIUMPHANT* 

Sung at Marybonb. 

'pHE fwain with his flock by a brook loves 

to reft. 
With foft rural lays to drive grief from his 

breaft; 
The fop, light as air, loves himfelf to beholdj^ 
The Briton his foe, and the mifer his gold; 
The pleafurcs I chufe yield more joy to my foul^ 
The delight of my heart is a full-flowing bowU 

The hunifmain^ UxAi^u^d V\i\i^«.x»^%^^ ^'^ 

chace. 
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Ac hU miftftft^t feet the fond lover to whine, 
TJm beaux at the pUy or aiTembly to (hinc. 
The pleaCures, See, 

Mjr Cfaloe*t in rapture to hear herfelf prais*d) 
The courtier to find that his income is raik*d, 
Some aympbs love the town, and in jewvels to 

ibine» 
And fome fpirltlefs lovers ia iileoce to pine. 
The pleafures, Sec* 

Some cards love, fome cofTee, Tome diccf and 

fome tea. 
Some talking, fome fiddling) fome dancing, 

fome pUy. , 

Their choices are dull, there *s a fpirit in wine, 
Which always enlivens with rapture divine. 
. The pleafares 1 chufe yield more joy to my (bul. 
The delight of my heart is a full-flowi«g bowl. 



SONG 200. 

Tirz rAaMKR*s song. 

Sung at Sadlkk's Wells. 

JN a fweet healthy air, on a farm of my own, 
Half a mile from the church, and juft 
two from a town, 
Diverfions and bufinefs I vary for cafe, 
But your fine folks at London may do as they 
pleafe. 

By my freehold, 'tis true, Tm entitled to vote; 
But, becaufe I will never be wrong, if 1 know't, 
Vl\ adhere to no one, till each party agrees j 
But your fine folks at London, Sec, 

Tho* fixty, and upwards, I never knew pain, 
My Goody's as ancient, yet does not complain j 
From the Hocks of my own i wear coats, of 

warm frixe ; 
But your fine folks at London, Sec, 

I ne*er was at law in the courfe of my life. 
Nor injur*d a neighbour in daughter or wife ; 
To the poor have lent money, but never took 

feet. 
Bat your fine folks at London, ice, 

I ne*er had ambition to vifit the great, 

Yet honour my k^ng, and will ftand by the ftate, 

By the church, and dear freedom, in all it's 

degrees; 
But your fine folks at London may do as they 

pleafe. 



SONG 101. 

THE THRirsil. 

Song at Vaoxhali. 

gWEET thruft, that makes the vernal year 

Sweeter than Flora can appear. 
At Philomel attends thy lay, 
She envies the return of day. 
The tmieful lyre, and fwelling flute, 
At thy rich warbling Ihall be mute, 
Vocal m'ni&re}, thy foft lay 
m§/bres uf and endt the Jtf ij. 



Hark ! how the black-bird wnoes his lofC^ 
The ik'ird mufician of tUe grove; 
On thorn, as perch'd, he nobly fioftg 
A cadence for the far of kings j 
Sublime and foft, gay and ferene, 
A virginal to hail a queen. 

Nature's mufic thus improves 

All the graces and the loves. 



SONG io». 

THE XNMKBXFXK's SOKO* 

Sung at Saolxk*s Wells. 

^^HAT think you, my mafters! *tit von« 

drnus to me. 
That pufFi are encouragM to fuch a degree. 
Hot puffs I deteil, fo live quiet and hoft$ 
I fell you good wine, and good wine needs ae 
bttfli. 

Pofts, penfions, and votes, are ofc got by • 

puff, 
Bar, pulpit, and theatre, thrive by the ftuff^ 
But puffs 1 ceteft. Sec, 

\ laugh at the newfpapers till Vm half bllfld» 
To fee how by pufiing men tickJe mankind | 
But puffs 1 deteft, ^c. 

When great one's negoctate matters by ptdF, 
To ape them mechanicks are ready enough | 
But puffk 1 dettfft, fo live quiet and hu(h; 
] fell you good wine, and good wine needs ■• 
bu(h. 



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103. 



DAMON AND SYLVIA. 

Damon. 

]^£ AR Sylvia, no longer my paflion defptfet 
Nor arm thus with terror thofe beautiful 

eyes; 
They become not difdain, but moft charming 

would prove, 
If once they were fofien'd with fmiles and 

with love. 

Sylvia. 

While I with a fmtle can each diepherd fubdi€| 
O Damon, I mui^ not be foften'd by you 5 
Nor fondly give up, in an unguarded hour. 
The pride of us women, unlimited pow'r^ 

Damon. 

Tho* power, my dear, be to deities giv*n. 
Yet generous pity*s the darling of heaven} 
O, then, be that pity extended to me, 
rilkneel; and acknowledge no goddefs but tbet« 

Sylvia. 

Suppofe to your fuit I fhould liften a while. 
And only for pity's fake grant you a fmile I 

Damon. 

N ay ftop n©i at tViax^^ut -^ow VATv4tk,^fe xmi^twcc^ 
Ana Iti gtnx\t ^\t^ \it tV^ttC^ vaX'a^v 



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Sylvia. 

*Wcn, then, faithful fwain, HI examine my 

heart,. 
And if it be poffible, grant yoa a part, 

Damon. 

Now that*t like yoorfelf,' like an tagei ex- 

prefs*d ; 
For franc me bat part» and I'U Toon fteal the 

reft. 

Both. 

Take heed, ye fair maidi, and with caution 

believe $ 
For love's ah intrtidcry and apt to deceive $ 
When once the lead part the fly urchin has 

gain'dy 
YouMl ne'er be at eafe till the whole is obtainM. 



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SONG 



204. 



»ATTT or TMl MILt* 

Sung at Rawxlagn. 

TT AR Tweeter than tlic hawthorn bloom, 
Wbofe fragrance /hedt a rich perfume. 

And all the meadows fill ) 
Much fairer than the Jily bIowi|, 
More lovely than the bluflung rofe, 

la Patty of the mill. 

The neighb*ring fwaiat her beauty fir*d. 
With wonder ftruck, they ail aomir'd. 

And praised her from the hilJ j 
Each flrove with all his ruftic arr. 
To foothe and charm the honeft heart 

Of Patty of the mill. 



Btit vain were all attempts to 1 
A fixed heart, more true to love 

Than turtles when they bUlj 
A chearful foul, a pieafing grace* 
And fweet content, fmiles in the face 

Of Patty of the mill. 

The good a friend in fortone find. 
Exalts the honert, virtuous mind. 

And guards it from al) ill ; 
Ye fair, fo' ever conftant prove ; 
Be ever kind, be trne to love. 

Like Paity of the mill. 



SONG 29S' 

ABSE1VCS. 

J^ O W fweet to cecal the dear moments of 

joy! 
*Tis this and this only can abfence employ; 
Can raife my fond heart, and beguile my foft 

pain. 
Till 1 fee with delight my dear charmer again. 
Ah ! who ever knew fuch full tranfports as I, 
While with her the fwift minutes unheeded 

pafs'd by. 
Alas, widi the fweet recoUc^on I burn : 
Bring bade your delights, ye dear moments re- 

ntni. 



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Ah me t what delight in my bofom would rifcs 
While with eager atcentiun I've hung on her 

e)cs, 
And watch*d the kind beams of compaiRon and 

love. 
While flie pity'd my pafBon, and foem*d to ap- 
prove. 
Ahmc! with what raptured attention rvehung. 
To catch the fweet acceatt that fiuw*d firom hir 

tongue, 
When tendernefs bade the dear maiden impart 
The pieafing fenfaclons that glow*d in her heart. 

Oh, how does my fair-one pafs off the long 

dayl 
Is the charmer quite eafy while I am away ? 
Indeed, if our thou^hu like our hearta (houhl 

agree, 
The dear lovely creature is thinkin|^on me. 
Ah, did ihe but think, v^ ith fuch fondnefa asl. 
How much would five grieve, and how oft would 

ihe Agh ! 
Yet with fo much fond love may her bofom 

ne'er burn, 
If (he fighs as I figh, if (he mourns as I mounu 

Why do I thus wander ? why figh thua ak>ne f 
Alas, 'tis the iofs of my fair that I moan ! 
Why thus ev*ry hour do my forrowa inci-eafe^ 
Alas, it is abfence toat ruins my peace 1 
Why fwells my f^d bofom with fear and with 

grief? 
Ah ! nought but her prefence can bring me re- 
lief. 
Why thus down my cheek trickles faft the big 

tear ? 
Ah, how can I help it !.— my fair is not here. 

Till I nourIih*d this paillsn, I all unconcerned 
Saw peace my companion wherever I turned; 
Till now, with my heart all at eafe, I could 

reft. 
And a figh was a flranger unknown to my bread. 
What then is this love ? and why de 1 endure 
Thefe gi let's in my bofom, nor feek for a cure ? 
Why thus my fond heart is overwhelmed with 

defpair, 
And 1 know no delight when away from my 

fair! 

Yet, Colin, thefe pains, fpiteof all thou haft 

faid, 
By one h^ur of her prefence are far overpaid. 
Thsfe focrows, from abfence which now yo\i 

deplore, 
Then vanilh, are loft, and are thought of no 

more. 
Recal rhofe rafii words, andforbear to complain. 
Since the nexc lender meeting rewards all thif 

pain. 
Let fweet expectation, then, leiTen thy care; 
Let hope fofien abfence, and keep off defpair. 

I Sure, fure, thofe dear pleafures will once more 

return ; 
J Howljnginthis abfrncediilrefs'd muft Imeom? 
How long muft I wiih, while my lot I deplore, 
j That dear angel-face ! could 1 fee it once 
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That deariBfel-Toice !— timey how fweet didft 

thou feem . 
While 1 liden'd, enchanted, as Io?e was her 

theme! 
Oh, come thofe dear hours ! and to foothe my 

fond pain* 
Love again be her theme, and I liften again. 

How dull and how flow do the moments retreat ! 

Time was when they flew— -now thcre*8 lead 
on their feet. 

Yc loitVers be gone : why fo long do je ftay ? 

Ye fly when Vm with her, yc creep when away 

Ah, Colin, how fooliih time's progrefsto blame j 

His paces are equal, his motions the fame! 

^was the joy of her prefence made time ap- 
pear fleet; 

*Tis the pain of her abfence adds lead to his 
feet. 



SONG 106. 

THE INVITATION. 

Song at Maktbone. 

^OMEy ye party jangling fwains, 

Leave your flocks and quit the plaint* 
Friends to country, friends to court. 
Nothing here fltall fpoil your fport. 
Ever welcome to our feaft. 
Welcome every friendly gueft I 

Sprightly widows come away. 
Laughing dames and virgins gay^ 
Little gaudy, fluttering miflTes, 
Smiling hopes of future bliiTes. 
Ever welcome, tec, 

AH that ripening fun can bring, 
Beauteovs fummer, beauteous fpringy 
In one varying fceoe we fhow 
The green, the ripe, the budyrthe blow. 
Ever welcome, &c. 

Comutjefttng, mulic charming. 
Wine infpiring, beauty warming. 
Rage and party malice dies. 
Peace returns, and difcord flies. 
Ever welcome to'our feaft, 
Welcome every friendly gueft! 



SONG 207. 

O rVE rOE SHAME. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

A S thro* the grove I chanc*d to ftray, 
I met young Phillis on her way} 
I flew like lightning to her arms. 
And gaz*d in rapture on her charms } 
Her looks reveaWd a modeft flame. 
But ftill flie cry*df O fye for (hame. 

With eager hafte I dole a kifs. 
Which blufhing Phillis took amifs; 
She pufli'd me from her with a frown. 
And caird me bold prefuming down; 
While I confefs'd myfelf to blame. 
But ^11 iht cry'd. O fye for fliame. 



In tender fighs I told my love. 
And pied|;*d my faith on things above; 
Bui fhe, like ail her fex, W33 coy, 
And, tho* I fwore, would not comply; 
Yet 1 pcrceiv*d (he met ray flame. 
But ftill (he cry'd, O fye tor fliame. 

When this I faw, 1 quickly cry'd. 
Will lovely Phillis be m^ bride; 
For hark, I hear the tinkling- bell; 
To church let's go? It picas'd her well{ 
And foon a kind compliance came. 
But ftill (he cry'd, O fye for fliamc. 

Now Hymen^ bands have made ua one. 
The joys we tafte to few are known. 
No jealous fears our bufoms move ; 
For conftanc each, we truly love> 
She now declares Vm not to blame» 
Nur longer cries, O fye for (hame. 



SONG 208. 

THE HAPPY BACCHANALIAN. 

pILL your gla(re8, bani(h grief, 

Laugh, and worldly cares defpife; 

Sorrow ne'er can bring relief. 
Toy from drinking will arife. 

Why (hould we with wrinkled care^ 

Change what nature made fo fair ? 
Drink, and fet your hearts at reft. 
Of a bad bargain make the beft. 

Some purfue the winged wealthy 

Some to honour do afpire ; 
Give me freedom, give me health. 

There's th? fum of my Je(ire. 
What the wurld can moie prefent. 
Will not add to my content; 

Drink, and fet your minds at reft, 

Qj^ict of mind is always beft. 

Bufy brains, we know, alas ! 

With imaginations run. 
Like fan d within the hour-glafs; 

Turn'd and tu'^n'd, and iiiUrunson, 
Never knowing wliea to ftay, 
But uneafy every way 5 

Drink, and fet your hearts at reft. 

Peace of mind is always beft. 

Mirth, when mingled with our wine. 
Makes tne heart alert and free; 

Let it rain, or ff:ow, or (hine. 
Still the fame thing 'tis with me. 

There's no fei.ce againft our fate. 

Changes daily m ui wait; 

Drink and fet your hearts at reft. 
Of a bad b-irgain make the beft. 



SONG 209. 

Sung in Thomas and Sally, 

"^HEN I was a young one, what girl ipt 

like me; 
So wanton, fo airy, and briik as a bee ! 
I tattled, 1 rambled, I laugh'd, and where'er 
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To all who came near I had fjmsthing to Isy ; 
Twas, this, Sir— and that. Sir— but fcarce 

ever Nay; 
VnJ, Sundays, drcfs'd out in my filks, and my 

lace, ^ 

wdirant I flood by the bcft in the place. 

\t twenty I got me a hufband, poor man I . 
Veil, icfr him — wc ail are as good as we canj 
tr he was fo pcevilh, he'd quarrel for ftravkb, 
Indjralous— iho* tiuiy I gave him Tome caule. 

le fnubL'd me, and hufTd me; but let me 
alone j I 

lg:id, 1 ve a tongue, and- 1 paid him his own ! 

''e wives, t.ike the hint, and when fpouie is 
untow'rd, 

tand nr.-n to your charter, and have the laft 
wcrd. 

lui now I'm quite altered, the more to my woe; 

'm not what I was fortv (ummers ngo: 

'his lime's a fore i'oc; thcie'* no (hunning h^ 

dart ; 
lowever, I keep up a pretty good heart. 

Irown old, yetl hare to be Gtting mum chance ; 
ftiil love a tUne, though unable to dance; 
Lod, booki ot devotion laid by on my melf, 
teach that to others I once did mykJf. 



SONG 210. 

Sung in the Bfggari O^era* 

jY^HEN ray hero in court appeanr, 

And ftands arraigned fur his \ift\ 
'hen think of poor Polly's tears j 
For ah, poor pjJiy's his wife, 
ike the failor i.e holds up his band, 
Oiftixit, on the dafhing w^ve. 
'o die a dry death at land. 
Is as bad as a wat'ry grave. 
And alas, poor Polly ! 
A lack, and a wclUa-day! 
Before I was in love. 
Oh ! every month was May. 



SONG 211. 

THK LASS WITH THF. DELICATE Alft. 

Sung at M.M'YBnNK. 

7" OU N G Molly, who lives at the foot of the 

hill, 
/hofe famcev*ry virgin with envy does fill, 
>f beauty is bleft with (o ample a Ihare, 
'hat men call her the lafs with the delicate air. 

>ae evening, laft May, as I traversed the grove, 
ithoughtlefs retirement, not dreaming of love, 
chanced to efpy the gay nymph, I declare, 
.nd really (heM got a molV delicate air. 

y a murmuring brook, on a green mofly bed, 
i chaplet compofing, the fair-one was laid) 
urprisM and tranfported, 1 could not forbear, 
rith rapture to gaze on her delicate air. 



F^r that moment young Cupid felefled adart* 
And pic-cd withowt pity my innocent heart; 
And from tiicnce how to gain the dear maid 

was m\ care, 
For a captive I feil to her delicate air. 

When Ac faw me, (he blufh'd, and complain*! 
1 vas Tuitt 

And begg d of all things that I would not in- 
trude. 

I an'wcr'd, I cou'd not tell how I came there^ 

But laid all the b^ame on her delicate air; 

Said, her heart was the prize which I fought to 

obtaio. 
And h'.p'd that (he'd grant it to eafe my fond 

pain. 
Sh? neither rf'jfded, nor granted my pray'r, 
ButiixM all my foul with her delicate air* 

A thoufand times fince Tve repeated my fuit. 
But ftili the lormeotor ^Heds to be mute; 
Then tell me, ye fwains, who have conquer*d 

the fair. 
How to win the dear lafs with the delicate air. 



SONG 222. 

Sung at Vavxhall* 

'J'H E wooilark whiflles thro* the grove^ 
Tuning the fweeieft notes of love. 

To pleafe his female on the fpray^ 
Perch'd by his fide, her littla brcaft 
Swells with a lover's joy confeft. 

To hear and to reward the lay. 

Come then, my fair-one, let us prove. 
From their exiinple, how to love; 

For thre the early pipe 1*11 breathe. 
And when my flocks return to fold. 
Their fliepherd to thy bofom hold. 

And crown him with the nuptial wreathe* 



SONG 



iij. 



ROSY JUNI. 

Writ:en by Mr, Nicholls* 

J^ET lettpr'd bards fiiig lofty ftrainSt 

Of Piiidus' mount, of Latian plains; 
I mofl vielichc, ar rlfing day, 
Aiung the Kentifh bwns to ftray; 
There, \yhil:t the birds arc wrapt in tune. 
To brea'he the fwcets of roiy June. .^ 

Or far about the hi4ls to trace, 
An^l fing my country's fertile face; 
Her pippin-trees in filver blojm. 
Her curling hop:;, her golden broom; 
Of flicker, where at fultry noon 
The ruflic fhuns the hea^ of June. 

Of ample orchards, halefome dreams. 
Where fifties fport in funny beams; 
Of diftant meads, where flocks are feen^ 
Like argent fpots on purell green. 
Where (while he crops the vernal boon) 
The mower fings of rofy laae* 
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To fing of clover's purple dyo, 
GratcfuJ to the wondVing eye} 
Of pea* blown vallies, whear-clad fieldt^ 
Brighter fccnes than Terppc yields. 
Ah! how gay, by m'ldnighi moon, 
Are fcenet like thefe in rofv June. 

And (Kll to fingy in Doiic tlrains. 
Of low-roof 'd cotf, where quiet reigns } 
Of ruftic lads, by honour fram'd, 
Of fylvan maids, for beauty f;i;ird, 
Whofe loves will nevei cloy To fooa^ 
But ever iaft as freAi as June. 

And (more than many a realm can boaft) 
To fing our fea-girt happy coift. 
Where, big with commerce, ev'ry tide 
The fleets of diftant nations glid^. 
To themes like thefe my flute 1 tune, 
Whilft rafes deck the month of June. 



SONG 214. 

PLATO*S ADVICE. 

3 AYS Plato, Why fhoofd man be rain. 
Since bounteous Heaven hath made him 
great? 
Why looketh he with infolent iiUzin 

On thofe undeck'd with wealth or (UU ? 
Can cofUy robes, or beds of down. 

Or afl the gems (hat deck the fair ; 
Can all the glories of a crown 

Give health, or etSc the brow of care J 

The fceptred king, the burdened flave, 

The humble and the haughty die; 
The rich, the poor, the bak, the brave^ 

Jn duA, without diftinOion lie. 
Co fearch the tombs where monarchs reft, 

Who once the greateft titles bore { 
Their wealth and glory are bereft. 

And all their honour is no more. 

So flies the meteor through the fkies, 

And fpreacis along a gilded tiain ; 
When (hot, *tii gone, it*s beauty dies, 

DiiTolves to common air again* 
So 'tis with us, my jovial fouls. 

Let friendfhip reign while here we (lay; 
Let*a crown oar joy with flowing bowls. 

For when Jove calls we mufl obey. 



SONG X15. 

Sung in the MiUer of Mantfeld* 

p] O W happy a flate does the miller poffefs. 

Who would be no greater, nor fean to be 

lefs! 

On hit mill and himfelf he depends forfupport. 

Which is better thanfervllely cringing at court. 

What tho* he all dufty and whitened docs go. 
The more he*a bepowder'd, the more like a 

bean: 
A clown in thic drefs may be honefter far. 
Than the couxticr that firuii in his garter tad 

ftar. 



Tho* his hands are (b daub*d, they're oot fit t» 

be feen, 
The bands of his betters are not very clean: 
A palm more polite may as dirtiJy deal; 
Gold, in handling, will ftick to the fingers like 

meal. 

What if, when a pudding for dinner he lacks, 
He cribs without fcruple from other men^s 

facks J 
In this of right noble example he brags. 
Who borrow aa freely from other meiA bags. 

Or fhould he endeavour to heap an eftatc ; 
In this, too, hc*d mimick the tools of the (hte, 
Whofe aim is, alone, their own coffers to fill} 
As all his concern's to bring grift to hit mill. 

He eats when he's hungry, he drinks wh^n 

he's dry. 
And down, when he's weary, contencei does 1i«; 
Then rifet up chearful to work and to fingi 
If fo happy*a a miller, then whoM be a kingl .' 



SONG ii£.^ 
Sung at Rani^laoh* 
QNE Midfumraer morning, when aat«t 

look*d gay. 
The birds fiiU oJTong, and the flockt full of playj 
When earth feem'd to anfwer the fmiles frofi 

above. 
And all things proclaimed it the feafon of love : 
My mother cry'd, Nancy, come haf»e to tb« 

mill, 
If the corn be not ground, you may fcold if yoo 
will. 

The freedom to ufc my tongue plcat'd me, n^ 

doubt \ 
A woman, alas! would be norhing without. 
I went lo'ard the mill without any delay, 
Andconn'd o'er the words I intended to ity\ 
But when I came near it, 1 found it ftcck flill } 
Blefs my flars, now 1 cry'd, huff 'em rarely 1 

will. 

The miller to market that inflant was gone. 
The work was all left to the care of hit foof 
Now tho' I can fcold well as any one can. 
Yet I thought 'twould be wrong to fcold thf 

young man. 
I faid, Pm furpris'd you can ufe me fo ill; 
Sir, I muft have my corn ground, I mnh tad 

1 will. 

Sweet maid, cry'd the youth, the negleaitjOl!^ 

mine. 
No com in the town I'd grind foonerthan thio^ 
There's no one more ready in pleaiing the §m$ 
The mill frail go merrily round, I dc^l^ire : 
But hark how the birda fing^ and fee how chif 

bill! 
Now I m»tk have a kift firft, I mtsft and I wA* 

My corn being done, I to'ard home bent mf 

way J 
He whifper'd he'd fomethiog of moracot to laf, 
Infifted to hand me along the green mead« 
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And thathe*d beconftant and true to me ftiil* 
S« that fince that Tve tik.*d him, and Uke him 
1 will. 

I often fay, Mother, the miller V\\ hufFj 
She Uughsy and cries, Go girl, aye, plague him 

enoogh ; 
And fcarce a day paHes, hot by her deHre^ 
I fteal a ily Icifs frnm the youth 1 admire. 
If wedlock he wi/hes, his wifh I'll fulnl; 
And V\\ anl'wer, Oh yes, with a hearty good 

wilt: 



S O N 9 117^ 

tOVNO KOGCK. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

"YOUNG Roger he courted me for a whole 
year. 
He fighed and made fuch a moan. 
That 1 fov'4vhim, yet dare not to tell him 
(thro* fear) 
So I vow*d that I would lie alone. 
He faid, and he fwore, if Vd be his bride, 
He would bring me to fine London town^ 
I Ihould fee Fox*i Hall and theplayhoiife befide, 
But I ftill faid I would lie alone. 

Away then he went, to the dance at the fiir, 

Where I faw him give Sue a green gown j 
J wiih*d from my heart that I had riot gone therC) 

And hop'd that Ai« might lie alone : 
I reddened and *.ij:h*d, I danc*d and I cryM, 

And my heart fent forth many a groan ; 
To gee him again all my arts they were try*d) 

For I now thought Td not lie alone. 

T*other evening became to my cot, with afmilr, 

And 9i\Cd if I kinder wAas grown; 
I told him n.Q longer his hopes Vd brguile. 

Nor would ! lie longrr alone j 
To London we came, totheplayhnure Vve been, | 

And Chen dear Foxhall was I (hrwn ; 
Such drefling, fuch dancing, fuch fights h^ve 
I fecn. 

That Vm glid I no more lie alone. 



SONG xi8. 

Sung in the Oratorio of Judith, 

"y AlN is beauty*s giudy flowV, 
Pageant of an idle hour ; 

Born juft to bionm and fade: 
Nor lefs weak, lefs rain than it. 
It the pfide of human wit; 

The ftadow of a fliade. 



SONG fti9. 

TKB rUAft or OKDXBI a«BY} 
BALLAD« 

T T wti t Mntftttdtn otff 

^b6 Atfmet mitb 9 Udj fMr^ 
0tdijaafiJlgriaai'fwc^9 . 



AM OLD 



Now ChrifV thee fave, thou rev'rcnd friar; 

I pray thee tell to me. 
If ever at yon holy (hrine 

My true love thou didft fee ? 

And how (hall I know your true love 

From many another one f 
O by his cocicle hat and ftafF, 

And by his fandal (hone. 

But chiefly by his face and mien. 

That were fo fair to view ; 
His flaxen locks that fweetly curl'd. 

And cyne of lovely blue, 

O lady, he is dead and gone! 

Lady, hc*s rfead and gone 1 
And at his head a green- grafs turf. 

And at his heels a ftone. 

Within thefe holy cloyfters long 

He languiHi^d and he dy*d, 
Lamenting of a lady*s love, 

And 'plaining of her pride. 

Here bore him barefac'd on his bier 

Six proper youths and tall. 
And many a tear bedewed his grave 

Within yon kirk-yard wall. 

And art thou dead, thou gentle youth! 

And art thou dead and gone ! 
And didfl thou die for love of me! 

Break, cruel heart of ftone 1 

O weep not» lady, weep not fo; 

Some ghoilly comfort feck; 
Let not vain forrow rive thy heart, 

Nor tears bedew thy check. 

O do not, do not, holy friar, 

My forrow now reprove ; 
For 1 ha\e. Jof^ the fweeteft youth 

That e'er v,on lavly's love. 

And now, alar I for thy fad Ufa 

JM rverniore^eep and figh; 
For thee I only wilh'd to live, 

For thee I wifli to die. 

Werp no more, lady, weep no more^ 

Thy forrow is in vain ; 
For, violets ptuckt, the fweerefl (how*rt 

Will ne'er make grow again. 

Our joys as winged dreams do fly| 
Why then (houtd forrow laft? ■ 

Since grief but aggravates thy lofSf 
Grieve not for what Is pall. 

O fay not fo, thou holy friar ; 

I pray thee, fay not fo: 
for finee my true-love df^d fyf m^ 

*Tis meet my tears fhould flow* 

And will be ne'er come again t 

Will he ne'er come again ? 
Ah I no, he^s (irad, and laid in hir graven 

For e?er to remain. 

His cheek vrat tedder lVi\Ti X^<^ t5^W\ 
The comeWefl '^oxitVw >i\% Vm^\ 

But he 11 deiA %svd Wvd \tv Yi\% V^c^% 
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Sigh no more^ lady, figh no mort, 

Men were dsceivera ever; 
One foot on fea, and one on land. 

To one thing conflant never. 

Hadft thou heen fond, he had been falfe. 

And left thee fad and heavy ; 
For youn(, men e>r n'c e fickle foond^ 

Since fummer trees were leafy. 

Now fay not fo, thou holy friar, 

I pray thee fay not fo: 
My love he hai "he trued heart; 

O he was ever true! 

And art thou 4*ead, thou much-Iov*d youth; 

And 'iaft thou die for me I 
Then firewel hemp j for, evermore 

A pilgrim 1 wiK be. 

But firft upon my true-love's grave 

My wcaiy limbs I'A lay j 
And thrice 1*11 kifs the green- graft turf 

That wraps his brcathicfs cbyr 

Yetftay, fair la^yj reft .iNvhilc 

Beneath this cl )yfter wall : 
See, thro' the hawthorn blowt the cold wind. 

And driszle rain doth fall. 

Q.ftay me not, thou holy friar; 

O rtay me not I pray ! . 
No drizzly rain that falls on me 

Can wafli my fault awiy. 

Yet.*? ay, fair lady, turn oga'n, 

And dry thof- pearly tear!; ; 
For fee, beneath this gown ofgiey, 

Thy own true love appears. 

Here, forcM by grief and h-»p: lefs love, 

The fc holy wtcds 1 f<in|;ht; 
And here, i^mid thefe lonely walls. 

To end my dayi I thought : 

Bat haply, for my year of grace 

Is not yet pafl away, 
M'glit I Aill hope ro win rhy love, . 

No longer would I ftay. 

Now farewel grief, and welcon^e joy 

Once more unto my heart : 
For fince I've found thee", lovely youth. 

We nevermore will part. 



SONG 220. 

Sung in Thomas and Safy, 

"^HEN late I wandcr'd o'er the plain. 

From rymph to nymph, I ftrove in vain 
, My wild defiret to rally t 
But now they're of th'-7jf<»;vc8 come home, 
ilnd, ftrange* no lorger feek to roam; 
Thy . itre air in bally. 

Yet ihc, unkind one? damp- niy joy. 
And cries. I court bur to deftroy: 

Can fcve with rur. tally ? 
JJ/ thrfe dear ',',p9, tbofe cvf v, I fwetfy 
/ troafd a// deaths, al! tormtnl% beir» ' ' 
Mather than injure Sally » 



Come then, oh! come, thou fweeterfar 
Than jefTamine and rofes are. 

Or lilies of the valley ; 
O ! follow love, and quit your fear. 
He'll guide you to thefe arms, my dear. 

And make me bleft in Sally. 



SONG 221. 

THE ENGLISH PADLOCK. 

I^ISS Darae, when fair and young, 

(As HoraCf* ha« divinely fung) 
Could not be kept from Jove's embrace 
By doors of '^ccl, iind wails of brafs. 

Tell us, myfterious hufband, tell us, 
Whv fo myfleriout, why fo jealous? 
Car harfh reftraint, the bolt, the bar. 
Make thee frcure, thy wife lefs fair ? 

Send her abroad, and let her fee \ 
ri at ail this world of pageantry, 
Which (he, forbidden, longa to knovr^ 
Is powder, pocket-gUfs, and beau* 

Be to her virtues ever kind. 

Be to her faults a little blind, 

Lft all her ways be unconfin'd, 

And clap your Padlock— on hfrmind. 



SONG 222. 

K ON D B AU. 

Sung at VAUXHAtL. 

SINCE fweet lov^ has had poflTcffion 

Of nd) fond and tender hreaft, 
Take my free and true confeilion, 
Friendihip is too cold a gueft. 

Love has got the whole diredion, 
Friendihip has no longer charms; 

Only mutual, ftrong aflfe^ion, 
Now my raptur'd bofom burns. 

Friendih p now is cool as reafon, 
Taftelefs ail it's plea Cures prove; 

Love's rhe paiflon now in featon; 
Welcome, dear bewitching love. 



SONG 223. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

rove's a riddle. 

LOVE'S a bubble, courting trouble^ 

Whilft we love and love in vain; 
When 'tis over, is the lover, 
Now we've got him, worth the gain? 

!• love treafure, is it pleafurv. 

That can pay whole years of circ? 

Is the bleifing worth carefllng? 

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Smites '!cce*ve us, hop^s relieve us, 
HeiTts our fprrt from place to place. 

Cuptd fmiliMiJ, life bej'iHing, 
Tpir.pts us with the playful toy} 

Oft d-nying, ofc complying. 
Love's our torment and our joy. 



SONG 224. 

PJTTY PATTY. 

Suag at Vauxhall. 

•p H E morning young Jockey would make 

me his br>de, 
He ftolc to my c'^zmber, and fat bv my fids; 
When he open*d the curtuns» fach joy *twas 

to me. 
That my heart play'd a tune, that went pitty 

patty. 

But feigning to flcep (Oh, how great was my 

b!ifs!) 
S<> ecntiy, fo kindly, he gave me a kifs! 
The.: my head to hi* bofom he prefi'd with 

fjch glee, 
That niv heart play'd a tune, that went pitty 

patty. 

Cio vn ho!i w.th fuccefs» he veptur'd to take 
A (e.z nd laliitc — Th. n 'twas time to awake. 
Ar fe, InvCf he lai !, to the Idrk lot us flee, 
Ar^oui heart", play a tune that goes pitry patty. 



SONG 225. 

THE KNIP£-CRINO£f< 

Written by ^r. Rhodes. 

Sung at Sadlee's-Wells. 

•J" H E R E are grinders enoif^b, Sirs, of ey'ry 

degree, 
Fromjcwel-Jcck'd ^reat to low poverty; 
Whatever th? (lalion, it (harpcns the fenfe, 
And the wheel it goes round to wtna la tjie 
pence. 
Mader- grinders enough at the helm you may 

find, 
Tho* Tm but ajourneyman— Knives to grind. 

Whatever the ftatefman may think of himfelf, 
hit turns fortune's wheel in purfuit of the pelf j 
He grinds back and edge. Sirs, his ends to ob- 
tain. 
And his country may ftarve, fo he pocl^et^ the 
gain. 
Mailer- grinders, ^c. 

The rjch grind the poor, is a faying of old | 
The fnerchant the tradefman, we need^oot be 

told: 
Whether Pagan, Mahometao, Chriftian you be, 
There are frinders of all forts, of ev*i| degree. 
Mafltr-griiidert, Sec, 

The pttriot, with xe§l tnftBMted, decfaret 
n^ cvnua he*U draw. Mad difpUy tht |Ute* 



He is a (launch grinder, to fome*tis well knowny 
And they're mightily gall'd by the grit of hit 
(lone. 
Mafter-grinders, &c. 

I too am a grinder: what, what, Sirs, of that? 
I am but in tafle, fince 1 copy the great : 
To be. Sirs, ingenuous, 1*11 tell you my .mind ; 
*Tis far what 1 can gee, makes me willing ta 
grind. 
Mailer-grinders enough at the helm you may 

find, 
Tho' Vm but a journeyman— Knives to grind. 



SONG 226. 

the seasons. 

^^HEN the young Chloe's rifing cbarmt 
Invited lovers to he^ arms, 

She look'd a dainty things 
We faw her oeauty, own'd her wit. 
And, as the fimile moft fit. 

We call'd the period Spring. 

Full bloom'd, as is the ripen*d How'r, 
We faw her ftill maturrr pow*r, 

And woman^s fVate. become htri 
The prudent mother, and the wife, 
Difpenfing round her all the life 

And all the blifs of Summer. 

Advancing on in life's career. 
The maids to Chloe lent an e:M'« 

And what ihe knew, fhc; ta^g|^t *emt 
Her fage advice beitowing round. 
Till cv'ry prudent virgin found 

The richeft I'ruitsof Adtumn. 

•Now ChIoc*6 charms are faded quite, 
Ycc honour cannot hold it right 

Of her due prai(e to flint her: 
For (he who Summer well employs. 
Shall reap the Autumn*s foiid joys, 

Nv>r drca4 the froll of Winter. 



SONG 227. 

a pastoral dialoovt. 

Damon. 

H ASTE, Italic, Phyllis, hade! 'tis the firf| 

of the May'i 
Hark, the goldfinches fing, to the woods let*t 

away: 
We'll pluck the pale primrofe; nay, ftart not. 

my dear, 
Tve fomething to whifper alone lo your ear. 

Phyllis. 

Excufe me| fond fwain ; It has often Been fai^ 
The wood is unfafe for a maiden to tread; ' 
And a withered oldgipfey, one day I efpy*d. 
Bade me ihun the thick wood, and laid feme^ 
thing befide. 

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No CfBttur* but Coped, believe me, is there; 
And Cupid's ma urchin jrou furely can't (t%r, 

Phyllis. 

For all I could fay, when arriv'd at the wood, 
Who know> your defi^nsj you nright dirt to 
be rude ! 
• So I bid you farewel, and confefs I'm afraiJ, 
Left Cupid and you are too hard for a aald. 

Damon. 

His diditesyou wifely at once (hou'd approve; 
For, pray what is life ? 'tis a paia without love : 
Think bow youth, like the rufc, tho' un^a- 

ther'd, will fade j 
Then quickly comply, left you die an old maid. 

Phtllis* 

Bf language as artful poor Daphne was won j 

Thus court d, fhe yielJc J, was Cfick'd and un- 
done: 

And rather thin truft the fine things you have 
faid, 

Let my beauty decay, and I dh an old maid. 

Damon. 

Believe not Vm fuithlefs and falfaat the wind, 
IM! be true as r;ie lartle, as fond a«d aa kind; 
Will lead you to pleafures untaftcd before, 
And ipakc you my bride : can % morul do more ? 

Phyllis. 

^.Then at once I comply, for I cannot fav, no | 
To-morrow to church with my (heffherd I'll go 5 
To the wood neir, tho* Cupid fo talk'd of be 

there. 
With joy 1*11 away,' and adiea to ill fear. 

Phyllis. 

Ye nymphs to the wood never venture to go; 
Till the prieft joins your hand, you mnft an- 
fwer, no, no. 

Damon. 

Ye fwstnf , ihoutd your fair^ones be dtaf to 

you ftill, 
You muft wear the Toft chain, then they'll go 

where you wiH« 



SONG 228. 

Sung atVAUXKALL. 

J^Y Jockey is the blitheft lad 
Th«t ever matden woo'd ; 
When he appears my heart is gktd, « 

For he is kind and ^ood. 
|fe talks of love, whea«*er we meet, 

His words with rapture flow; 
Then tunes his pipe, md ftngs fo fweet^ 

I have no pcrw'r to go. 

. 401 othar laiTes h% forfakes, 
And fties to me alone ; 
^t ev'ry fair, and all the wskes, 
J hear bim making moan. 
fif bafrmd tajt^ am4 /wMtoiMts toOf 



No fwain was ever half fo true. 
Or half fo kind and fair. 

Where'er I go, I nothing fear. 

If Jockey is but by. 
For I alonr am all his care. 

When any danger's nigh. 
He vows to wed next Whitfunday, 

And make me bleft Ur life j 
Can I rcfufo, ye maidens, fay, 

To be youn^j Jockey's wile ? 



SONG 229. 

Sung in the Padhck, 

I N vain you bid your captive live. 

While you the means of life denys 
Give me your fmiles, your wiihes give 
To him who muft without )ou die. 

Shrunk from the fun's ealiv'ning beaoiy 
Bid flow'rs retain their fccnt and hue| 

It's fource dry'd up, bid flow the ftream^ 
Or ae exift depriv*d of yoo. 



SONG 230. 

Sung in the Deferter» 

'pHO* prudence may prefs me. 

And duty diftrefs me, 
Againft inclination, ah I what can they de ? 
No longer a rover. 
His follies are over. 
My heart, my fond heart, fays, my Henry 11 
true. 

The bee thus as changing. 

From fwret to fwcet ran.^ing , 
A rofe ihould he light on ne'er wishes co ftriy 

With raptures pofTcfting 

In one ev'ry ble/Ting, 
Til] torn from her bofom he fties far away. 



SONG 231. 

KITTY FELL. 

"Sung at Ranclaoh. 

"y^HILE beaux to pteafe the ladiec writO| 
Or bards ro get a dinner by't. 
Their well-feign'd paftions teli^ 
Let me ia humble verfe proclaim 
My love for her who bears the name 
Of charming Kitty Fell. 
Charming Kitty, lovely Kitty, 
Oh— charming Kitty, Kitty Fell, 

That Kitty's beaufiful and young. 
That ftie has danc'd, that (tit has furtg^ 

Alas! I know full well: 
I feel, and I Hiail ever feel, 
The dart more (harp than pointed ftetly 
That CMA« Umu '\sa\.\.^ ^«\\^ 
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Of late 1 hop*d, by reafon*s aid, 

Tb cure the woands which love had made. 

And bade a long farewei ; 
But t'other day (he crofs'd the greeny 
1 faw, I wifh I hat) not feen, 

My charming Kitty Fell. 
Char.iilng Kilty, tec, 

I aflc*d her why (he pafs'd that way ? 
To church, ihe cry'd— I cannot ftay; 

Why, don't you hear the bell? 
To church-ioh! take me with thee there, 
J pray*d : She would not hear my prayer j 

Ah ! cruel Kitty Fell. 
Cruel Kitty, Scc» 

And now I find *tit all in vaini 
I live to loTe» and to complain. 

Condemned in chains to dwell ) 
For tho* {he caftf a fcornful eye, 
Jo death my f«ult'ring tongue will cryt 
Adieo! dear Kitty Fell. 
Charming Kitty, cruel Kitty, 
Adieu ! fweet Kitty, Kitty FelU 



SONG ftja. 

Suag at Vavxhali* 

Y^S, Delia, *ti8 at length too plain. 
My boaifted liberty how vain. 

Thy eyes triomphant prove 1 
My freedom now 1 ceafe to boaft. 
Bat think that freedom nobly lo(l. 

By fcrving thee and love. 

1 talk'd, I laugh*d, with ev'ry fiiir; 
No jealous piog, no anxious care. 

Did e*er my heart perplex j 
Till I beheld, too lovely maid I 
lo thee, with ev'ry grace difplay^d. 

The charms of all thy Tex. 



SONG »33. 

A RVNTING SONO. 

Sung in j§poti$ and Dapbnu 

f HE fun from the eall rips the mountains 
with gntd. 

And the meadows all fpangled with dew-drops 
behold. 

How the lark*8 early matin. procUimt the new 
day. 

And the horn*8 ehearful fummons rebvket oar 
delay ! 

With the ff^rU pf cho icld th««*t no plcafum 
can vie, 

Whi le jocMd ws Mew, feUow;, follow, follow, 
follow, follow, follow, follow, foUpw, fol- 
low, foilpucf lillow, follow, tho howids in 
foU cry. 

Let the dmdge of the town mtlce rifthea his 

fport, 
And the Have of tht ftato hunt the fmilei of 

thocoiirt; 



No care nor ambition our paiHme wnf\»ff 
But innocence ftill gives it's scft to onr joy. 
With the fports of the fielj, tsc. 

Mankind are-vll hunters in various degree ; 
The priefl hunts a living, the lawyer afee| 
The doftor a patient, the courtier a place; | 
Tho* often, like us, they're ftung out with 
difgrace. 
With the fports of the fi^ld, Sec, 

The cit hunts a plum, the foldier hunts fame; 

The poet a dinner, the patriot a name j 

And the artful coquette, tho* ihe feems to re- 

fufe, 
Yet, in fpite of her airs, Ac her lover purfucs. 
With the fparts of the fielu, &c. 

L^t the bold, and the bufy, Hunt glory and 

wealth. 
All the bleffings we afk is the blcffing of h«4jrh. 
With hounds and \%ith horns, tbro* the v/i^- 

lands to roam. 
And when tir'd abrptd, find contentment as 

home. 
With the fports of the field tbcrc^so^ i.^-Jjro 

can vie, 
^Vhile jocund we foHow, follow, folio .v, fol »»v, 

follow, fblbw, folniw, f»ll«w, follow, foU 

low, follow, follow, follow, the hounds in 

full cry. 



SONG 234. 

S«ng in the Chriflmai Ta^e, 

Q! T*ke this wreathe my hand has wovt» 

The pl-dge and emblem of my lovoj 
Thefe flow'rs will keep their bri^hteft b«e. 
While you arc cvnftant, kind, and true t 

But fh.ould you, falfc to love and mtf 
VViih from my tondncfs to be reej 
Foreboding that my fate is nigh, 
Each grateful flow'r will droop an4 die* 



SONG 235. 
Sung at Vauxhall. 

Y^ virgins attend. 

Believe me your friend. 
And with prudence adhere to my plan; 

Ne'er let it be fa!d 

There goes an old maid, , 

Bat get marr>*d as faft as you coa* 

As foon as you find 

Your hearts are inclinM 
To beat quick at the fight of a ntaof 

Then chufe out a yoMth 

Of honour and truth, 
And get marry'd as faft as you can. 

For age, like a cloud. 

Your charms foon will (hroud* 

And this whJmOcal life's but a fpan | 
Then, maids, make your hij 
While Sol darts his ray. 

And get marry*d ia U^ a& ^^>^ ^U\* 



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The treacherous rake 

Will arcruliy take 
£vVy method poor girls to trapan ; 

But baffle their fiare^ 

Make virtue your care, 
Ajid get marry *d as fad as you can. 

And when Hymen*s bands 

Have joined both your bands. 
The bright flame ftill continue to fan) 

Ne*er harbour the ftings 

That jealoufy brings, 
But be conftant, and bleft while you can. 



SONG 236. 

Written by Mr, Hairington. 

QENTLE airs fweet joys impart, 

Balm to heal the wounded mind 5 
Soothing founds relieve the heart, 
Sorrows here their comfort And. 

Mufic, ftill thy charms difpenfe ! 

O! ftill this vale of tears attend j 
Lead to chearful innocence, ' 

Reafon*s aid| and virtue's friend* 



SONG 237. 
Sung at Vauxhall. 

gIMPLE Strephon, ceafe complaining, 
Talk no more of foolifh love- j 

Think not c*er my heart to reign in, 
Think not all you fay can move. 

Did I take delight to fetter 

Thrice ten thoufand H^ves a day } 
Thrice ten thoufand times your betters 

Gladly would my rule obey. 
Simple Strephen, Sec, ^ 

Seek not her who ftill forbids you. 
To fome other tell you^ moan ; 
Chufe where'er your fancy leads youy 
> Let Clorinda but alone. 
Simple Strephon, &c. 



SONG 238. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

*pHE flame of love fincere I felt. 
And fcreen'd the paHion long) 
A tyrant in my foul it dwelt, 

But awe fuppreft my tongue. 
At length 1 told the deareft maid. 

My heart was flxt upon her. ^ 
But think not I can love, /be faidj 

I can^t, opon my honour. 

Tht heart that once is roving caught. 

All prudent nymphs diltruft. 
And muft it, for a youthful faulty 

Be ever deem*d unjuft? 
$0 Celia judf *d, fo fenfe decreed. 

And bade me ftill to flinn her ; 
Your fait, (be faid, won't here fuccced^ 

It won't, upon 017 honour* 



Ton long, I cry'd, I've been to blame^ 

1 with a figli confefkj 
But th'>u who can'fl rhe rake reciaim^ 

My hew-boin paifion bkfs. 
Had ev'ry nym»:h like Ceiiaprov'd^ 

1 cou'd rot have undone h^r; 
On thee, bright maid, thou beil-belov^d, 

1 doat, upun my honour. 

Awhile the nymph my fuit repreft^ 

My con/la.icy to prove j 
Then with a blufli confent expreft, 

Ai;id bleft me with her love. 
To church 1 led the blouniing fair, 

Enraptur'd that I'd won her; 
And now life'b fweeceft joys we iharey 

We do, upon my honour. 



SONG 239. 

(^ O M E, fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boyi^ 
Let's have no more female ioiperi'nenceand 

- noife $ 
For Tve try'd the endearments and pleafarct (tf 

love. 
And I find them but nonfenfe and whlmfici, 

by Jove. 

When firft I faw Bctfey, I made my complaint, 
I whin'd like a tool, and ibc ligh'd like a lisintf 
But I found her religion, her f^ce, and ber love. 
Were hypocrify, paint, and felf-ini'rcft, by Jove. 

SweerCecil came next, with her langui&isttiiri 
Her outfide was orderly, modeft and fiir| 
But her mind was fophiftiial, fo was be^love, • 
For I found /he was only a ftrumpet, by Jove. 

Come fill me a bumper, then, jolly brave boys. 
Here's a farewel to female impert'nence tod 

noife; 
I know few of the fex who are worthy my lovr, 
And for ftrumpets and jilts, 1 alihor them, by 

Jove. 



SONG 240. 

Sung at Vauxhall* 

3URE Sally is the loveileft lafs 
That e'er gave (hepherd glee; 
Not May-day in it's morning- drels. 

Is half fo fair as (he. 
Let poets paint the Paphian queeui 

And fancy'd forms adore; 
Ye bards, had ye my Sally feen. 

You'd think on thofe no more. 

No more ye*d prate of Hybla's hll^ 

Where bees their honey ftp. 
Did ye but know the fweets that dwell 

On Sally's love-taught lipt 
But, ah ! take heed, ye tUnefut fwainsy 

The ripe temptations fhun j '• *■ * 
Or elfe like me you'll wear her chaini^ , 

Like me youMl be undone. 

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Tportive than the kid I kept» 

uicon*d o*er the Uwn : 

ry maid love-tales I totd» « 

I did my truth jvrr;- 

;re the parting kifs was coldy 

igh*d at love and her. 

>w the gloomy grove I feck, 
ere love-lorn /hepherds ftray ; 
to the winds my grief I fpcrak, 
I ligh my foul away : 
It hut defpair my fancy paints^ 
dawn of hope I fee ; 
lly's pleased with my complaiotiy 
I laughs at love and me. 

thefc my poor negleded lamblf 

Ate my only care, 

loft their tender fleecy dams^ 

I ftray 'd I know not where : 

my ewesy in vain ye bleat |. 

lambkins lofty adieu* 

>re we on the plains fliall meeC^ 

loft's your fliephcrd too. 



SONG 241. 

THK TKMPCST OF WAS. 

Sung at Vauxhali. 

IT the tcmpeft of war 
Be heard from afar, 
trumpets and cannons alarms ; 
the brave, if they will^ 
their valour or fltill, 
lonour and con^ueft in arms. 

live fafe* and retire, 
rhat I defire> 

flocks and my Chloe pofleft j 
in them I obtain 
e peace without pain, 
he lafting enjoyment of reft. 

ome cottage or cell, 

t a ftiepherd to dwell, 

all interruption at eafej 

1 peaceable life, 

be bleft with a wife, 

yyill ftudy her hun>and to pleafe. 



SONG 242. 

<T*s complaint; a scotch somo. 

thee, fweet, chanting, warbling throagy 
do addrefs my plaintive lay ; 
To€key*8 left me, Vm undone^ 
r courts another far away ; 
>ft be faid he*d conftant be, 
e*er would wed a maid but me. 

»re will Jockey tone his pipe, 

I 00 the green the dance declare ) 

II hit tiles, which gave delight 
Jcany uhI the virgios fair: 

I fee my plcafore*s loft. 

Jockey*! gone, who plc»$'4 w^ oo|^* 



The lafti^s all with envy look, \ 

When Jockey led me to the green | 

Then from my lips a kifs he took. 
And made me happy as a queen : - 

But, now he*s left me here to mourn, 

Never again for to return. 

My flocks negle^ed leave the plain; 

While here I wander in che (hade. 
Making complaint to birds, in vain, 

The forrows of a hopelefs maid : 
Yet they alone I leave to tell 
What makes me bid the world farewcl. 



SONG 



243. 



JN pity, Celia, to my pain. 

No more my heart reprove, 
Nor let the blafts of cold difdain 
Deftroy my riflng love. 
My love, as yet bu; newly blown, 
Muft die for want of care; 
*Tis your*s (as fHi^the fee4s have fowa) 
To fave the flow*rs they bear. 

When flrft the fpringing flow*r appears. 

And /hews it*s riflng head, 

Each gentleft wind it fliivVing feart. 

And courts the gardener's aid. 

\n pity, then, no longer ftrivc 

To urieve my faithful mind; 

Since love and faith, and juftice too, 

£xpe6t you to be kind. 



SONG 244. 

^H » Strephon, what can mean the joy, 

The eager joy I prove, 

While you each lender arc employ 

To win my foul to love? 

So well your paflion you reveal. 

So top the lover's part, 
That I with b)u(hes own, 1 feel 

A rebel in my heart. 

Then take the heart that pines to go. 

But fee it kindly us'd ; 
For who fuch prefents will beftow, 

if tius ftiould beabus'd! 



SONG 



H5- 



THE H0NB8T COMPBSStOfr. 

Song at Ranxlagh, 

^f^ Y mother cries, Betfy be ftiy, 

Whenever the men would intrude t 
I know not her meaning, not I, 
But rd take her advice— if I could* 

Alexia ftept up t'other day 

To kifs me, and alk'd if he IhouM; 
Pray what cou'd a fliepherdefs fay ? 

But I'd fain have faid no— if i could, 

^y mother retncmltexi X.Vk« ^m« 
When ilie Ukt n ^eSt:^ 11^ mw'' ^ 

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Now this, I conceive, was a crimr, 
And I'd not be feiv'd fo— if I cou'd. 

If I'm w'uh Alexts (he'll chide j 
She fivt he perhaps iiuy be rude: 

I wi not prcund to decicie, 

But Uncy he would— if he cou'd. 

Lift Miv.morn tript o'er the pUirt j 
He Uvr mtf *nd <juickly purfuM j 

I hcJinliylaugh'd «c thei'wainj 
Td catch yoa, he cry*d— if I cou*d. 

Well foon he n'ertook my beft h*ftf , 
Anl fwore he d ht ccuilUnc a,n6 good ; 

I row 1*11 live decent md chifle; 
But I*tf marry the Twain — If I cou*d. 



SONG 246. 

Song at Ranzlagh. 

S WIET comentment! heai'aJy bright! 
Worfliip'd through ibe realms of light! 
Void of tlj«, whit'i pomi* or |>w'r ? 
Pageants of the Taj thicfi hour. 
Can the fun of pnm and ftaie. 
Brighten tbrc^ugh the gloom of fate? 
Can the ftudious, or the g%j, 
QhiU intruding catc «WAy * 

Pomp nd grandeur are thy foes ; 
Fride ne'er taftfs thy foft repofe} 
Yet within tKf Tnrf _ -lqu ^ cf llj 
Thou witH poverty canft dwell; 
Softly footh the peafant's breaft ; 
Lull th'untutor'd miad to reft; 
And, however we change the name. 
Virtue and content's the fame. 



SONG 247. 

TH» CAUTION. 

3 HE came from the hiils of the we(f, 

A fmile of contentment flie wore j 
Her heart was a ganlen of reft; 
But, ah! the fweet feafon is o'er. 

How oft by the ftreams in the wood. 
Delighted, ibe*d ramble and rove ! 

And while (be ftood marking the flood. 
Would tune up a ftanza of Ibve. 

^er drrfs was a garment of green, 
Set otf with a border of white; 

And all the.d>y long might be feen 
Like a bird that is always in plight. 

tn rural divtrfion and "play 

Tb< fuitimtrf glid f 1 , f' "y ainng; 
And her wimirc pafs*d briflcly away, 

Chear'd up with a taie or a fong. 

At length a i^eftroyep c^me by, 

A ynvcb of more fcrfijn than parts, 

Wcf "ikili 4 In rl>« 11 ti of the fjf. 
The con<jiieft an/i havock of hearts. 

|^« led her by /fiantam^ and ftreams. 
He wo0*d her with novels and books $ 



I He told her hio talcs and his ■! reams, 
I An-^ mark' J rheir eft>^ in her looks. 

He taught her by midn ght to ro«m 
Whrrt: 1piii:i nd i^^rc.t rs jrT-itUf:; 

For piirim^iincfcirc with the gloom. 
And cautioiB expires with the light. 

At length, like a rofe from the fpray* 
Like a lil ju*lplii:kd fii>m the ftem. 

She droop'd, and Hie faded aw^y. 
Thrown by and ncgle^ed like them. 



SONG 248. 

Surg at Sadler's Welh. 

J^ET faldiers fight for nr^y or praife. 

And money be the m'Tei's wift, 
Poor fcholars ftudy all thrir d*ys, 

And gluttons glory in their dift, 
'Tis wine, piirr wine, revivrs thf foul^ 
Therefore j^ive us t'ne charming bowl. 

Let minions marfba! every hair, 
Who in a lover's iD)k delight. 

And J.IL /., ji- -.! ..L.rs w«»»r, 

T*ure wine 11 n»rive red and whice. 

'Tis wiiiC, pLgre wi e, kz. 

The backward fplrit it makes brave; 

That livly, which before was «ioll ; 
Opens thf UsAtK t'nat loves to favc. 

And kiiidnefs flows from cup bri.Tiful, 
'Tis wine, pure wme, &z. 

Some men want youth, and others bealcby 
Some want a wife, and fome a punk; 

Some men want wir, an 4 others wealth. 
Bat th«ry want nothing who are drut.k. 

'Tis win^, pure winc> re^ivrs the foul|" 

Therefore give us the chaimirg bowl. 



SONG 249. 

N U M B ^ R L t: S S KISSES, 

Sung Jt Vattxha ti. 

f)EAR Chloe, come give me fweet kiiTeS} 

For fwcv-ter no girl ever gave ; 
But why, i^ the midft of my hllfTcs, 

Vo you a^/C me hov,' iruny I'd have ? 
I'm not to be ilir.tci in p'eafure, 

Then, pr'y.hee, ciarChlot, be kind | 
For (i nee I Ionc thee b<?vf>na niL-jiure, 

To numbers I'll ne'er be cor*fin'd. 

Count the bees that on HybU are playing^ 
Count the flowers that enamel the Held** 

Coun thr flicks ]iaE iVn Tcmpe are ftiayiQ|| 
Or the grain that rich Sicily yields } 

Count how many (lars are in heaven. 
Go number the fands on the ihore. 

And whf fo ni^ny k.fr<*s you've given) 
i^A\ ihiU be iilkjhg for more. 

To a heart full of love let me hold thee^ 
A heart which, dear Chloe, is thine } 

In my arms I'd for ever enfold thee, * 
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Whjt joy cin be greater than thit ii ? 

My lire on thy tips Hiall be fpent; 
But the wretch who can number h'n kifTcSy 

Will always with few be content. 



SONG 25c. 

Written by Mr. Hakrikcton 

J-JOW fAcet in the woodland, with fleet 

hound and hornt 
To wakrn thill echo, and t^fte the frelh morn ! 
But hard ii the chace my fond heart muA 

purfue, 
For Daphne, fair Daphne, ii loft to my view. 

AHift me, cbaft< Dian, the nymph to regain, 
More wild than tne roebuck, and wing'd with 

diTdiun j 
Jn pity oVrtake her, who wmsndi as (he flies j 
Tho* Daphne's purfu'd, 'tis Myrtillo that dies. 



SONG 



251. 



^ O glory I covet, no riches I want> 

Ambition is nocoing to mej 
Thcrone thing 1 be^of kind Hrav*n to grant, 
Is a mind independent and free. 

With paffions unruffled, untainted with piide, 

By reafon my lite let me fquore: 
The wants of my nature arc cheaply fupply'd, 

And tile reit are but folJy and caie. 

The biedingt which Providence freely has lent, 

III jii(liy and gratefully prise; 
While fweet meditation, and chearfui content. 

Shall make me both healthy and wile. 

Jn the pleafures the great man*s po^eflionsdif- ! 
pUy, 

Unertvy'd 1*11 challenge my part) 
For ev'ry fair objed my e>es c»n furvey 

Contributes to gladden mjr heart. 

How vainly, thro* infinite trouble and flrife, 

The flianf their labours employ ; 
Since all that is truly deiightfa! in li/e, 

Is what ally if they will, may enjoy. 



SONG 252. 

NANCY DAWSON. 

Q F all the girls in our town, 

The black, the fair, the red, the brown, 
Who dance and prance it up and down. 

There's none like Nancy Dawfon : 
Her eafy mien, her Ihape fo near, 
She foots, Ihe trips, (he looks fc iweet. 
Her ev*rv motion is comtflete j 

1 die tor Nancy D'awfon. 

See how flie comes to give for^rrxe, 
With joy and pleafuie in her e^es ! 
To g!ve delight Ae always triet^ 
So meant m/ Nmuc/ D^w/bn : 



Was there no taflc t'obftrudl the way, 
No Shuter droll, norhoufe fo gay^ 
A bet of flfty pounds Til lay. 
That I gain'd Nancy Dawfon. 

See how the op*ra takes a run. 
Exceedingly Hamlet, Lear, or Lun, 
Though in it there would he no tun, 

Was't not for Nancy Dawfon. 
Tho* Beard and Brent charm ev'ry nlghc^ 
And female Peachum's juftly right. 
And Fiich and Lockit pteafe the fight^ 

'Tiscrowo'd by Nancy Dawfon. 

See little Davy ftrut and puff; 
Pox on the op'ra, and fuch fluff". 
My hoafe is never full enough; 

^ curie on Nancy Dawfon. 
Tho* Ganick he ha* h^d his day, 
And forc'd the town his laws t'obey^ 
Now Johnny Rich is come in play, 

With help of Nancy Dawfon. 



SONG 153. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

JsJ O W the fnow-drops lift their heads, 

Cowflips rife from golden beds. 
Silver lilies paint the grove. 
Welcome May, and welcome love. 

Now the bee, on filver wings, 
Flow'ry fptils unweary'd brings. 
Spoils that nymphs and fwains approve. 
Soft as May and fweet as love. 

Whilfl a-down the flopy hill. 
Trickles I'oft the purling riU, 
Baimy fcents perfume the grove. 
May unbends the foul to love. 

j Long the clay-cold maid denies* 
j Nor regards her fliepherd*s fighs; 
] N«)'.v ^ourtond petitions move, 
I May s the fe^fbn for.TiM for love. 

On tl e ftir that deck our ifle, 
I<cc ea^h grace and virtue fmile, 
An»J our hai»py llieohrrds provt 
Duys of eafe and nights of love. 



SONG 254. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

"^ H Y, my fwain, fo blythe and clever, 

D) )ou leave me all in forrow? 
Three whole days are gone for ever, 

S-n^r vMij faJd )ois'd come to-morrow. 
If you iov'd bet half as I do, 

Y'*-.!".! b?en here with looks fo bonny ; 
Lnvc has n>ipg wing^, I well know. 

Not for ling'ring lazy Johnny. 

What can he be now a doing? 

Is he with the l^iflTes maying? 
He hid belt«t Vitte Vk^ vracXiv)^> 

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Tell mc truly where he's roring. 
That I may no longer forrow;. 

If he*s weary grown of loving. 
Let him tell me fo to-morrow. 

Does fome favourite rival hide thee * 

Let her be the happy creature} 
1*11 not plague myfslf to chide thee, 

Nordifpute with her a feature. 
But I can no longer tarry » 

Nor will kill myf-lf with forrow 5 
I may lofe the time to marry, 

if I reach beyond to-moirow. 

Think not, ihepherd, thus to brave me. 

If Vm your*:, away no longer j 
l( you woD*t« another'll have me, 

I may cool, but not grow fonder. 
If your lovera, girls, forfak: ye. 

Whine not in defpair and forrow; 
Bleft another lad may make ye. 

Stay for none beyond to-morrow. 



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T^EAR Nancy firM my artlefs breaft, 

I ne*er faw girl fo clever; 
I fometimes thought (he'd make me bleft. 

And fometimes fanc)*d never: 
Whenever I told my amVoui tale. 

With /ight oft Intervening, 
Your fuit, /he*d cry, won't here prevail} 

1 cannot tell your meaning. 

The wife remark, A man in love 

Looks wond*ious fuft and Hlly ; 
The truth coy Nancy made me prove. 

For, oh ! her heart wa* chilly : 
To balls and play-i ihe us*d to range. 

Her company ftlii feen in ; 
But ftill *twas ftrange, *twas mighty ftrange, 

She could not tell my meaning. 

I love you, Nancy, oft I'd cry. 

Without you, cafl*t be eafyj 
Oh I fliall 1 live, or (ball I die, 

Pray tell me which will pleafe you } 
By all means live ! the fair replies. 

This pafiion wants a weaning; 
Declare yourfelf without difguife, 

1 cannot teJl your meaning. 

Ok! now, I thought's the lucky time; 

Although fo long Tve tarry*d, 
I hope, 1 anfwcrV, *tis no crime. 

To fay, Vd fain be marry *d. 
She gave her hand, nor feeis*d to flight 

The love there was no fcreening ; 
And now we live in fweet delight, 

Vers'd in each other's meaning. 



SONG 256. 

] Met young Damon, t'other day. 

And rear me as he drew. 
No f wain, methought, e*eK.look'ii fo gay ; 
Upon toy word 'tis true. 



With ardent blifs, my lips he prdi; 

Pray, what could Phillis de^ 
I frown'd, but faith 1 frown'd in jeft| 

Upon my word *tis true* 

The (hepherd (igh'd, and talk*d of lovr; 

(A theme to me quite new) 
Ot angels— Heav*n— -and pow'n above; 

And vow'd that all wu true. 
My bofom throbb'd, I knew not wli]r» 

As (tilt nuMPe fond he grew^- 
I liften'd to his tale with joy; 

Upon my word *tia true. 

Let Damon now be bleft, he cry*d. 

And fondly tome flew; 
Hia freedom vain I ftrove to chide; 

Upon my word 'tis true. 
With blofhet fpread I looJTd confent, 

Felt joys but known to few; 
For then I found what Damon mcanty 

And all he ftid was true. ^ 



SONG 157. 

THX BOVaa aXCLAXMBD. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

J Rambled about for a twelvemonth, I vow, 

in fearch of a damfel for life; 
For roving parplex'd me, I could not tell how, 
So ventured at laft on a wife. 

The girls of the town, each rake maft weU 
know, 

Imbitter the pleafures of life. 
For evils on evils witl conftantly flow. 

And make us all wi(h for a wife. 

A miftrefs, 'tis true, who's youthful and gay, 
May fweeten the troubles of life. 

And while (he is conftant, drive (brrow away.; 
But what if all this to a wife ! 

In wedlock, alone, true pleafjres wo find 
To gild the rough paiTage thro* li^ 

Then chufe out a lafs with a deiicata roSnd, 
And make the dear charmer a wifis* 

And you, O ye fair, be kind to the man 

Who o(fers to blefs you for life; 
Be conftant and true, and as fond at you cas ; 

For thefc are the charms of a wife. 



SONG 23S. 

THE CONTXNTXD MiLLXt. 

][ N a plain, pleafant cottage, conveniently next. 
With a mill and fome meadowt, a freehold 
eftate; 
A well-meaning miller by labour fuppliea 
Thofe bleflings that grandeur to great onc'ade* 

nies ; 
No palTions to plague him, no cares to tormeit. 
His conftant companions are health and content; 
Their lordftiips in lace may take note if they 
I will, 

I He's honeft, tho' daub'd with the dttftof Ihi 
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re the Uflcs tdi\j carols falute the new day, 
e fprings from his cocuge as jocund as May; 
e chearfully whliiles, regardkfs of care, 
T lings the laft ballad he bought at the fair, 
^hile coartiert axe toiPd in the cobwebs of 

ftate, 
r bribing eleAions in hopes to be great, 
o fraud or ambition his bofom does fill, 
ontenced he worki, if there*s grift fot his 

mill. 

>n Sunday, bedeckM in his homefpun ariay^ 
.t church he'» the loudeft to chinc orto prayj 
hen fits to a dinner of plain Englifii food, 
ho* Hmple his pudding, his appetite's good $ 
.t night when the prieft and czcireman are 

gone, 
[e <]uatff at the alehoufe with R«ger and 

John, 
hen 'reels to hit pillow, and dreams of no 

ill. 
fhit monarch fo blefsM as tht man of the 

mill! 



SONG 259. 

THE NONPAftSlLLS. 

[* H B nymph whom I lovM was as chearful 

as day, 
iai as fweet as the bloflbming hawthorn in 

May; 
ler temper was fmooth as the down on the doves, 
Lnd bet face was as fair as the mother of lowers; 
*ho* mild as the pleafanteft zephyr that {hedB^ 
knd receives genrle odours from flowery beds, 
^et warm in afie^ion as Phoebus at noon, 
lnd as cbafte as the iilver-whice beims of the 

moon. 

Yer mind was onfully^d at new-falKn fnow, 
lnd as iively as tints from young Iria*s bow; 
Is dear as the ftream, and aa deep as the flood; 
•be, tho* witty, was wife, and tho* beautiful, 

goods 
The fweets that each virtue or grace had in 

fto)«, 
he cuU*d» as the bee does the bloom of each 

flow*r ; 
Vhlch, treafur'd for me, O how happy wat I ' 
*or tho* her*c to collet, it was mine to enjoy. 



SONG 260. 

THE HONEST FSLLOW. 

p H O ! pox o''this nonfenfe^ I pr'ythee, give 

o*er, 
\n<l tallc of your Phillis and Chloe no more ; 
rheir/ace, and their air, and their mien ; what 

a rout ! 
ieie*! to thee, my lad, puih the bottle about. 

L,et finical fops play the fool and the ai^, 
They date not confide in the juice of the grape ; 
3ut we honeft feilowi 'Idcath ! who'd ever 

duAk 
Jf puliof for love, while bc^s iUn to drinJt ? 



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*Tis wine, only wine, that true pleafure be* 

ftows J 
Our joys it encreifes, and lightens o«f woes; 
Remember what topers of old us*d to fing. 
The mnn that is drunk is as great aa a king* 

If Cupid aiTaolts you, there*s law for hit tricks; 
Aoacreon's cafet fee, page twenty-fix 1 
The precedent's glorious, and juft, by my foul^ 
Lay hold on and drown the yoang dog in a 
bowl. 

What*« life but a frolic, a fong, and a laugh f 
My toaft fliall be thi^, whilft Tve lii^uor to 

quatf; 
<< May mirth and good fellowfliip always 

abound V* 
Bo)s, fill up a bumper, and let it go round. 



SONG 261. 

THE CHXAXrVL SPRING* 

g HARP winter melts, and fpreadt her wing; 

A pleafing change, a fmiling fpring; 
The trees their vary'd blcifoms wear. 
And opening flowVs perfume the air; 
Sweet Philomela cuncs her ftrain, 
Ajid warbling charms the lift*ning ^laisl. 

The fun encteafes ev'ry round. 
The fnow is vantfli'd from the ground. 
With fongs the v0c.1l forces ring, 
All to adorn the chearful fpring^ 
The meadows all around arc feen 
Covered o'er with lovely green. 

The du/ky clouds To fwiftly fly. 

And leave behind the azure {ky\ 

The mountains fmile, thebiils are gay^ 

And vallres boaft the pride of May ; 

The flreams that overflowed their moundtf 

Now gently glide within their bounds. 



SONG 262. 

THELOVER'saECANTATION} ACAWTATA. 

Sung at Vauxrall. 
Recitative. 

f HE kind apporntment Cclia made, 

A/id namM the myrth bowV, 
There, fretting, long poOr Damon ftay^d 

Beyond the promised hour; 
No longer able to contain 

This anxious expe^ation. 
With rage he thought t* allay his pain. 

And vented ^bui hispafTiafl; 

All. 

To all the fex deceitful, 

A long and laft adieu. 
Since women prove ungrateful 

As long as men prove true. 
The pains they give are many, 

Afld, oh ! too hard to bear i 
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Now C&4ia, frum maaiA got loofe. 

Had iea«.hM the calm iccreac ^ 
With mode.l biufh /he beg'd txculci 

And blamM her tardy fcrt j 
The fhe)>hrTJ from each doubt releahM, 

His joy cou*d not reOrain, 
But ai each render thought Increased, 

Thus clian^*d his railing ftraJn. 

Air. 

How fngagingy how rndearing, 

Is a lover's pain and care ! 
And what joy the nymph*s appearing. 

After ahfence or df fpair. 
Women wife, incieafe defiring, 

By contriving kind del.iyi'i 
Andy advancing or retiring, 

All they mean is— more to pleafe. 



SONG 263. 

Sung at Vavxrall. 

'^HEN Hobbinol entreated Doll, 

Within the grove to enter, 
She hung her he^d, and blufliing faid. 
She was afraid to venture^ 

For there poor Nan put faith in man, 

Anrl forely doff repent her, 
"Which makrs me fear no good la near. 

And thei-eture will not venture. 

His fond requeft he eager preft, 
And fwore no harm he meant her; 

By honour fway'd; be not difmay*d. 
But kindly with me venture. 

On wedlock bent was all he meant, 
Would that, he faid, content her j 

To prove me true yon /leeple view. 
Say, will my Dolly venture ? 

Doubt ftill polfeft the damfers breaf^. 

Till virtue counfel lent her. 
Hafte, hafte, be cry*d, be made a bride. 

And after you may venture. 

Doll gave confcnt, to chuich they went, 
A wife back Hymen fent her, 

No more a maid, (he's not afraid 
With him alone to venture. 



SONG 264. 

A PftlfONtONG. 

"^ELCOME, vrelcome, brother debtor. 

To this poor, but merry place \ 
Where no bailiff, dun, nor fetter. 

Dares to (hew his frightful face : 
Bur, kind Sir, as youVe a ftran^er, 

Down your garnifh you muft l.iy. 
Or your coat will be in danger} 

You muft eiiher Arip or pay. 

Ne*er repine at your confinement, 
from your chiltiren or yoor wife 5 



Wifdom lives in true refigniiient. 
Thro* the various fcenes of life* 

Scorn to fhew the leaft refentmenc, 
Tho* beneath the frowns of fate ; 

Knaves and beggan find contentment. 
Fears and cares attend the great. 

Tho* our creditors are fpiteful. 

And ref^rain our bodies here, 
Ufc wrl! make a ga'>l delightful. 

Since there*s nothing elfe to fetr. 
£v*iy ifland's but a ptifrin. 

Strongly guarded by the Ce*i 
Kings and princes, i'mr that reafoD^ 

Prisoners ire, as well as we. 

Whjt made the great Alexander 

Weep at his unfriendly fate ? 
*Twas becaufe he could not wander 

Bevond this world's ftrong prifon-gatc: 
For the world is alfo bounded 

By the heavens and ftars above $ 
Why fliau*d we, thca, be confounded. 

Since there's nothing (rtt but Jo\e? 



SONG 265. 

Sung at Vavxhall* 

yOUNG Colin prote/ls Vm his jojandde- 

light; 
He*s ever unhappy when Tm from hit figbt. 
He wants to go with me wherever I go. 1 

The deuce fure is in him for pUguiog me An 

His pleafure all day is to fit by my fide; ! 

He pipes and he fings, tho* I frown and I chlkt 
I bid him depart; but he fmiling, fayf, Ko. 
The deuce fure h in him for plaguing meib. 

He often requefts me his flame to relieve; 
I afk him what favour he means to receive? 
His anfwer*s a Agh, while in blofhes I glow. 
What mortal befide him would plague a maidft? 

This brcafl-kno: he ye.lerday brought from tte 

wake, 
.And fofrly intreated Td wear Cor his fakt. 
Such trifles *tis eafy enough to beftowj 
I fure deferve more for his plaguing om lb. 

He hands me each eve from the cot to the plaiif 
And meets me each morn to condud me again; 
But what's his intention I wilh 1 could kaov. 
For I'd racher be marry*d, than plagued witk 
him (o» 



SONG 266. 

Song at Maryboiti. 

THAT Jenny's mjr friend, my delight, and 

my pride, 
I always h«ve boafted, and feek not to hide, 
I dwell on her praifes wherever I go. 
They fay I'm in love, but I anfwer. No, na. 

At et'ning oft-times, with what pleafure I (^ 
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arr how it bounds when I hear her be- 
i not 'tis love, for I anfwcr, No, no. 

igs me a Tong, and I echo it*s ftrain ; 
I cry,* Jeonyj fweet Jenny, again, 
ler fweet liprs, as if there I could grow; 
f not 'tis love, for I anfwer, No, no. 

lis me her faults, as ihe fiU on my knee : 
: her, and fwear ihe's an angel to naej 
>ulder ihe taps* and (he bds me think io^ 
cnows but flie loves, tho* ihe anfwen, 
o, no? 

>eaoty and wit, and good-humour, how I, 
I pritdence advife, and compel me to fly. 
oanty, O fortune, make hafte to befto\*, 
et me defenre her, or ftill TJl fay. No. 



SONG 167. 

TMK BRASS or BELLADINX. 

E ATH a green (hade, a lovely young 
wain 

lening redin'd to dlfcovcr his pain 5 
, yet fo fweetly, he warbled his woe, 
inds ceas'd to breathe, and the fountains 
> f?ow J 

winds with compaiHon could hear him 
nm plain, 
:hioc, leli gentle, was deaf to his Arain. 

isypy, he try*d, my moments once flew, 

hloe's bright cbsrms iirft flsih*d in my 

lew! 

eyea then with pleaf^re the dawn could 

irvey, 

niPd the fair morning morechearful than 

ernes nf diilrefs pleafe only my iight— 
Ttur*d io pleafure, and languiih in iight. 

igh. changes, in vain, rcHcf I purfur, 
ii but confpirc my griefs to renew j 
fun/hine to zephyrs anH (hades wc repair, 
nihine we fly rrorn too piercing an air ; 
•ve's ard<:nt fever bum:? al'Arayx the fame; 
ncer can cool it, no fummer inflame. 

ee the pale moon all clouded retire ; 
rerzcs grow cool, not Strephon's deiirej 
rom the dangers of tempeft and wind, 
>uri(h the ma inefs that preys on the mind: 
'retch, how can life be worthy thy care? 
igtbenit*& moments but leogthtns defpair. 



SONG 268. 

Sung tt VAUXHALt. 

S Ntnny but a rural maid, 
\nd I her only fwain, 
nd her Aocks io verdant nead| 
d oa the verdant plain y 
bow Pd pipe upon my reciy 
pieafc ipy ioYciy wi^ 



While of all fen'"c of care we*rc frttdy 
Beneath an oaken ihade. 

When lambkins under hedges bleat. 

And rain feems in the flcy; 
Then to our oaken fafe retreat. 

We'd both together hie ! 
There I'd repeat my vow* of love 

Unto my charming fair, 
Whild her doar fluttVing heart would prove 

A mind like mine fincere. 

Let others fancy courtly joys,. 

Td live in rural eafe \ 
Then grandeur, buftle, pride, and ooife. 

Could ne'er my fancy pleafe. 
In Nanny ev'ry joy combines, 

With grace and blooming youth. 
Sincerity and virtue (hines. 

With modefly and truth. 



S O N G 269. 

THB R£VENCI. 

^HEN I beheld you all divine. 

And fondly thought your paflion true» 
I, Chloe, call'd you only mine. 

And lov*d no other nymph but you. 
How couM I think a face fo fair, 

Cnu*d now fo falfe and flclde prove} 
That you, who did fo i»f(en fwear, 

Wou*d evcc break the bonds of lovef 

But I fko longer feel your chain. 

Nor you poifefs your wonted pow*r \ 
No longer I a (lave remain, 

A ChIoe*s captive, as before : 
But go, and other hearts beguile* 

Go, and fome other conqu-ft find; 
*Tis you that (hew a flittVing; fmilc, 

'T»» you can kill while yet you're kind. 



SONG 270. 

Sung at Vauxhali.. 

Q O ME, L-^ura, and meet your fond fwain. 

Ere Hhcebus declines to the weft^ 
Nor let mc ftiii languish in pain \ 
Yourprefence alone makes mc.bleft. 
When aofenr no pleafure I feel. 
My palTions but ficken and die, 
Ni> power my torturs, my tortores can healt 
UnlefsDiy dear Laura is by. 

Then hafle to yon jeffamine grove. 
Enjoy what no language can tell, 
*Tis the feat of contentment and lo%'e. 
Where peace and tranquility dwell, 
There Cupid our hearts (h.til unite. 
There Hymen his altar (hall raifc. 
The mufes fweet fongs (ball indite. 
And charm the whole grove with their lays< 

O think with fuch pleafures as thefe» 
How time will ^lide fwifcly away. 
Each ftriving the other to pleafe, 
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Kohappineft either will tafte, 
But what we both jointly approve; 
Then hither, dear charmer, O haile. 
And blefs a fond fwain with your love. 



SONG 271. 

MARS TRIUMPHAMT. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

]^OW peaee has fpread her downy wing^ 

And tuneful linnets fweetly ling, 
No longer Phflibc, wtfte the timey 
^njoy the fcafon in it's prime ; 
No more I court the found of anns» 
*Tis love and beauty now ha?e charms. 
No longer war ray bofom fires, 
*Tis love alone my foul infpireE: 
But hark I hear the trumpet found. 
Loud (houts of war re-echo round* 
I ^C my love for war's alarms, 
Ambition only now has charms; 
'Tis war invites me to the field. 
And love and beauty now muft yield. 



SONG 27a. 

Sung tt Ravelack. 

^AIL no more, ye learned afl«f, 

'Gainft the joys the bowl fupplies} 
Sound it's depth* and fill your gia/Tes, 

Wifdom at the bottom li'-s ; 
Fill them higher i^illy and hi^hrr, 

Shallow draughts perplex the orain; 
Sipping quenches all our fire; 

Bumpers light it op again. 

Draw the fcene for wit and pleafure^ 

Enter jollitv and joy ; 
We for thinking have no leifure. 

Manly mirth is oar employ : 
Since in life there's nothing certain* 

We*ll the prefent hour engage ; 
And when death fhall drop die curtain* 

With appUufe we'll quit the ftage. 



SONG 273. 

CepTOON^SREqjJEST; A PASTORAL SLS6T. 

Written by Mr. Nicholls. 

QOME, ihepherds, attend whilfl I fing* 

Come* Philidel, hear me impart; 
$hould your Corydon die in the fpring* 
O grant the firft wifb of his heart. 

From the elmi which embroider the m^ad| 
S^ed-one whofe trunk's undecay'd, 

An3 (when of it** branches 'tis freed) 
Of that let my cofHn be made. 

po\\t€t evVy ftowVet of May* 
' From chf h«wthqrfi the bloflbiQt 4iTorce> 



Take the lilacs fo fragrant, fo gay* 
And Urcw them ail over my corfe. 

E'en fuch let the villagers have* 
The matrons who wifh me fo well* 

To fcatrer before to my grave* 
As they move to the knoll of my 

Let thofe who are conftant in love. 
My pall to the church-way fuflain; 

Take rofcmary, frefh from the grove. 
To furnifh the funeral train. 

Of flow'rs let a garland be made, 
Like that you was pleas'd to approve* 

When under the fycamore fhade 
Vou taught me the language of love* 

When borne by tlie ruftics along* 
Let this on my coffin be plac*d* 

To fhew I was fond of the throng 
Whom truth aud fimpiicity grac*i« 

Then high on the church«beam, in view, 
Be't ii.iing, that my love, when fhe's by* 

May think on a fhepherd fo tiuc. 
And his mem'ry greet with a figb. 

With the nd let old Colin attend j 

Bid die brighteft young miiids o*the dalej 

And tm let them fing of a friend. 
As they flowly move o'er the v^le. 

For titles he was not renown'd. 
Nor riches, nor greatnefs of blood* 

But our fhepherd was conftantiy found 
A friend to the honeft and good. 

His face wore the fmile of content; 

To all he was gentle and kind j 
To treafure he never was bent. 

Except *twa& the goods of the mind. 

His temperance oft has been try'd ; 

We know he was ever fincere; 
And if he'd a tincture of pride, 

*Twas fhewn but when folly was neer. 

If he knew the diflrefs of a friend, 

He felt more than words have rxpred^dj 

To relieve was his ultimate end. 
And gratitude govern'd bis breafl. 

His Philidel reign'd in his heart; 

Tho* wedded, he lov'd her fincere: 
Let great ones go ftudy the part* 

However exalted their fphere. 

His flute and his paftoral fong 

Have charm'd os the long fummer's day: 
The maids of the ruflical throne 

Have made him the theme of their lay. 

£*en thus you may fing of a fwain* 
To refllefs ambition unknown; 

Whofe manners were eafy and plain* 
Whofe faith was as pure as your own* 

And then, you who wait him around* 
If your kindnefs you wifh to increafe* 

Lay Corydon deep in the ground* 
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bind with green ofiera the fod^ 
Ic not the creft>blazuo*(i ftone \ 
nc'd, to be known co my Gody 
lonour thac*s equall'd by none* 



SONG 274. 

[ N K to me only with thine eyes* 
lid I will pledge with mine j 
ive a kifs but in the cup, 
d I'll iook HOC for wins: 
hirfl ti^at from my foul doth rifci 
:h afk a drink ciivinpj 
li^jht I of Jovf's iifdlir fip, 
ou'd nut change for thine. 

thee late • rofy wreathe, 
t fo much honoring thee; 
ving it a hope that there 
.vould not withrr'd be: 
hou thereon didil only breathe^ 
dfentit back tome; 

when it grows and fmells, I fwear, 
t of itfcif, but thee. 



SONG 275. 

THE aiRTH OF CONTENT. 

Written by Mr. Nicholls. 

E Time waxed old, to divett the young 

hours, 

fled from his fpoufe, and empyreal bowers, 

an ifle by all hcav'n admir'd ; 
the daify-deck'd plains us the deity trod, 
raya oi his brow fo announced the god* 
'ry creature wiih wonder reiir*d. 

ftinguifliMfrom mortals he wifh*d to abide ^ 
lat enil laid hi:; rays and his fulmin afide, 
fuming the guife r\'i a fwain: 
ie cot of PaxeJla like lightning he flew, 
e begg'd of the* m-id a retreat from the dew, 
id pleaded the length of the plain. 

'elcom*dhimln,andfooncover*d the board 
the beft of ripe viands InJuflry hud ftor'd, 

len, with modeily, b.ide him partake: 
the ipring of Hygcia ficfli water was 
brought, 

ft at her lip<, and as pure as her thought, 

bicb, delighted, he drank for her fake. 

treat (tho* 'twas homely) was feafon'd 

with mirth, 
as rarely obtrudes at the cupboards of 

worth ; 
ae-ey'd Meekn-fs was there,c!ad infl.-ecet 
igft the gue/ls rofy Temperance fat with 

delight, 
H true Friendfliip, t flame which fur ever 

burns bright, 
'cedy warbied the carrul of peace. 

uch kindnefi with rapture the deity fiUt— 
vhai pow> fli^i: rvi'j.'^ tvhen a deity willi.^ 
r cUfp^d ih€ deu maid to his btcaii | 



(The while he bid Envy her adderi decline ;) 
He gave, for her comfort, an offspring divine^ 
And the fairy Simplicity Artfi* 

Hence, (he cry*d) quickly hence let the fwect- 

one be fent 
*Mongft the children of earth, tad be called 
Content j 
Who carefs her (hall forrow no morei 
Without her in vain fliall be phyfical aid} 
The bloom on the face of the beauty Ihall fade^ 
And the wealthy be wretched and poor. 

The princes of earth, where (he deigns to abide^ 
Shall prefer beyond or ambition or pride i 

The wifed ihall co^irt her to flay t 
At her fmiles fwoln-ey 'd Sorrow ihall certainly 

ceafe, 
Whilft dimpled-cheek Pleafure with pleafure» 
Increafe, 
And the needy be jolly and gay. 



SONG 276. 

THE STRAWS EBRY- YALX« 

Written by Mr. Nicholls. 

T'OTHER day, in the (trawberry-valc^ 

When only my Phillis was there^ 
I begg'd (he'd atteno to my tale, 
J lung'd to unbofom my care. 

With fmiles, fwect as Flora's in May^ 
She bid me my plejfure impart. 

1 fa: J, (in a faultering way) 

Your eyes have ta'en captive my heart* 

The dance and the tabor I fhun^ 

No red on my pillow I lind } 
Belie. e me, wherever 1 run> 

Your image ftill dwells in my tnind* 

O ! footh the keen anguifli I bear^ 

Soft pity I read in thine eye ; 
Ah ! quickly, dear charmer, declare^ 

U the (hepherd who loves you muft die? 

O ! this was a moment of blifa; 

I vow'd to be ever finceret 
Her hand (he prefented to kifs> 

And brighten'd her blufh with a tear* 

And now, if my (heep are fecure, 

1 meet Iter at eve in the dale, 
Where flie withes that flame mky endure^ 

She appruv'd in the ftrawberry-vale. 



SONG 277. 

Sung at Sadler's Wells. 

{'Ma hearty good fellow, a niby-nos*d fot. 

Who yet never thought of or treafoo or plot; 
A good b'jttle that's me!iow*a the chief of my 

ca-'es, 
Aod I Kuzale each ni^ht till I'm carry'd up 
ftaijs. 

For the tom\)« of i\\t>Bia.^« ^iv«%^ ^«,'*it«.l^ 

and vrifc, 
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*Tit t hint chit I like nor, a rrumpery tale, 
So 1 drown all ihe chou|kti on*t in fliggoM 
of a!e. 

Thejr may cill me fot, blockhead, or e*cn what 

they will ; 
Botif wealthy nor if titles, nor wifdom or ikiU, 
Can their owoen prereive from a church-yard 

or prieft. 
Why I'll live as I like it, all method's a jftft. 

Oo the leiron of Nature it is that I think. 
For ihe taught me to love, and ihe taujht me 

to drink; 
To my pleaforei full power ihe taught me to 

give. 
And ril flick to her maxims as long as I live. 

Fve money good itore on*t, and fpent it I moil, 
Be roaring and jolly, but honeft and juft^ 
That cold in my coffin, my landlord may fay, 
1|^o*s gone, and he'& welcomr, there's nothing 
to pay. 



SONG 278. 

*\^£NUS, beauteous quren of love, 

In whom the charms and graces blend ; 
Liften from tKMdalian grove ^ 
O lillen, and my fuit bel'riend ! 

for, to! the maid upon whofe chfek 

Thou deign*il thy matchlefs charms to ibowV, 

The vermeil bloom, and dimple fleek. 
Now defies thy am*rou& pow*r. 

Then bid the god of fofc defires 

Aim at hrr cruel biead a d^rt j 
Bid him light there his render fii^s. 

Such fires as pUy round Strephon's heart* 

Yes, l;t the nymph devoted burn. 
Let her confrfs thy boundlel's reign. 

That dares thy dove- like pow> to Ipum, 
Thy pleafing yoke and HowVy chain. 



SONG 170. 

A MODIKN cousin's &ONC. 

Written by the Editor. 

J^ET others boail an ancient name. 

From which they would derive their fame ; 

Regardlefs of intriniic worth, 

80 they can claim a noble birth ; 
But Modern CouHns feek cenown 
From nought but merit of their own. 

In lowly pofture each receives 
The precepts which our order gives ; 
That Inch humility may ihew. 
Wo mean to praftifc— when we know. 
For Modern Coufins, &c. 

With facred Truth our heads are crown*d, 
While we the myftic Rinf furruund ; 
And, by onr iceming magic ar(, 
W** bjQiA falibood from the heart, 
/iv JlfQJcrn Couiin$, Sec, 



By FrfendAiip*s emblem at the hearty 
We do in lively terms impart. 
How An€k the union oucht to he 
Of our renown'd Society \ 
Since Modern Coufms, Stc, 

Within the unpolluted breaft 
Our fociai myfteries we red ; 
That Modern Coufins may be known 
From other Cnufins the) d fawn. 
For Modern Cnufin^, &c« 

Not that the Modern Con fins need. 
Or Word, or Sl^jrij tor cv'iy deed 
Shews^-Honour, Virtue, are their fuidr. 
And that they do o'er 4II prefjde. 
For MiMlern Coufins feek renown 
From nought but merit of their own. 



SONG aV:©. 

A aONPBAU. 

Wiitren by Mr. Hawkins. 
Sung at Vai'xhall. 
'\^AFT, O Cu|)ldl to Leander 

Sighs that rend my render brea(^ ; 
Whjlft 1 rtray in gioves meander, 
Bid him fly to make me bieft. 

Purling rills be gently flowing. 
Opening glades your fwccts diftill ; 

Sooth a heart'! incclTant glowing. 
With content my fancy All. 

Hal^e, ah hade! my lover to me j 
Fear nut, now, my cold difdaln : 

While, fweet ihepherd, you purfue me, 
To keep my heart I ilrive in vain. 



SONG 2S1. 

Tirr. SHrrHrRii'j invitation. 

Written hy Chris roPHEi Maelow. 

^OM E live with me, ar.d be mv Io»e, 

And we will all the plejlures pro«e 
That vallies, ^'roves, or hill, or fieid, 
Or wood, or fleepy mountain yield. 

There will we fit upon the rocks. 
And fee the ilicpherds feed their flucic ., 
By ihillow rivers, to whofe falls 
Melodious birds iinj^ madrigals. 

There will 1 make thee beds of rofes. 
With a thoufand fragrant pofiei, 
A cap of fl.>wers, and a kirtle 
Embroidered all with leaves ot' myrtle. 

A gown, made of the iineft wool, 
Which imm our pretty lambs we pu!! , 
Slippers lin*d choicely for thr cold j 
With buckles or the pureft gold. 

A belt of ilraw, and ivy bud<:. 
With coral clafpf, and jmb^r ftuds ; 
And if chefe ^Uafui«« may thee moyr. 
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ver difhea for thy meat» 
cious as the gods do eaty 
en an ivory tablcy be 
*d each day for t.V^e and me. 

icpherd-fwains fhall dance and finf 
Y delight each May-morning : 
e delights thy mind may movCi 
live with me, and be my love. 



SONG 282. 

THE nymph's AMSWXR. 

itten by Sir Walter Raleick. 

the world and love were young, 
id truth in every fhephcrd'i tongue, 

pretty pleafures might me move 
e with thee, and he thy love. 

me drives Hocks from field to fold; 
rivers ia,e, and rocks grow cold, 
'hilomel becometh dumb, 
eft complain of cares to come, 
lowers that bloom in wanton field, 
lyward Winter reckoning yield) 
ley-tongje, a heart of gall, 
cy'sfpring, butfo.TOw'> fail. 

;owns, thy Ihor s, thy beds of rofcs, 
ap, thy km»c, and thy pofics, 
ftak, i-ntfti UkJther, foon forgotten, 
ly rJpe, "m region rotten. 

>elt of draw, and ivy buds, 
:onl Ufyii amber jtudi ) 
lefe in me no mind «:an move, 
me to thee, and be thy love. 

Oiould we talk of dainties then, 
•trer meat tharfs fit for men i 
t arc but vain } that's only good 
h Cod hath olert, and fen: tor food. 

oold youth lafl, and love flill bieedj 
oy no date, and age no need) 
theft delights my mind might move 
re with thee, and be thy love. 



SONG 2S3. 

IN IMITATION OF MARLOW. 

M £ live With me, and be my dear, 
knd we wiil level ali the year, 
liot and grove?L, on hills and dales, 
,e fragrant air brcjthei fweeteft gilei* 



e fhall yoo h#ve the beauteom | 
:edir^ ihelpreadJngTfinej 
ft!) the wnoM tu be a fcreen, 
Phtebtis k fi tni fummcr*s green. 

Teat of your difport (hall be 
fome river in a tree, 
re filver fands and pebbles fing 
wJ ditties to the fpriog. 

e flull you fee the nympbi at pU/i 
ftow the fMtjn fptBd tbedMji 



The fifliei gliding on the fands, 
Off*rtng their bellies to your haodi. 

The birdt, with heav'niy- tuned tbiMtSf 
Poflefs wood*f echo wich fuvrqt noteti 
Which to your fenfes will impart 
A muficto enfl^me the heart« 

Upfln the bare atjd leaflcf* £)ak. 
The rin^-dove'i wooings will provoke 
A ccJder Joo'i han you pofTeft 
To play with mi-^ and do fi« tefn 

In bowers of laurel, trimly dight. 
We will ouiwrir E>ie fi]enl night. 
While Flora bufy is to fpread 
Her richeft tiealure on our bed. 

Ten thonfand ^low-worms Aiall attend* 
And aU ihci tp^iiklii]^ I'ifrhu fliall fpcadj 
All to a.^nrn and bciut ify 
Vour Jodgiitg with more majefty. 

Then jn my arms will enclofe 
Lilies f^ir mmture with the rofe; 
Wliofe nrcc per regions m love's play 
Shall tunc me to the higheft key. 

Thus ai we pafi the welcome ni^ht^ 
In fpnrtf^il pltiifurt and delight, 

The nimble fa 11 its on the ground 
Shall dance, and dng meMioiti ft^undt* 

f hp/e may fervp for In entice 
Vour prefence to Love*^ Paradife, 
I hen come with me, and be my dear» 
And we will ftraight begin the year. 



SONG 2S4. 

Written by Sir Walter Ralexck. 

3 HALL I, like an hermit, dwell 

On a rock, or in a cell. 
Calling home the fmalleft part 
That is milling of my heart. 
To beftow it where I may 
Meet a rival every day ? 
If ihe undervalues mc, 
What care bow fjlr Hie be? 

Were her treJTes angei gold ; 

1 fb-angf r may be bold, 
Vnre uked, ynafratfi. 
To tonverr thtrr, 10 braid, 
And, with a little more ado, 
Work them into bracelets too; 
If the mine be grown fofree, 
What care I how rich it be ? 

Were her hands as rich a prize 
As her hairs, or precious eyes 5 
If flie Uy them out to take 
KUTes for good-manners fake j 
And let eyery lover (kip 
I^rom her hand unto her lip $ 
If (he feem not chafte to me. 
What ctre I how ch^c {b^ ^*. 

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Warming but as fnow-balli do. 
Not likf lirr, by burning too : 
But when ihc by i lunge hath got 
To her heart a f(trond lot j 
Then, if ochcrk /hare with ine» 
Ftrewel her, whatever Hie bs. 



SONG 285. 

'T' HE c>iarm> which blooming beauty fliows 

Front fjcM heavenly fair. 
We to the lily and the rofe 

With femblance apt compare : 

With femblance apt; for, ah! how foon. 

How ioon thty all decay ! 
The lily droops, the role is gone, 

And beauty faces away. 

But when bright virtue (hlnet confefs^d, 

With fwert difc'Ction j )in*d ; | 

When mildncfs calms the peaceful breaft, 
And wifJom guides the mini j 

When charms like thcfe, dear maid, cjnfpirc 

Thy pcrftin to approve, 
They klniile grncioui. challc Jcfire, 

And everUdIng love. 

Beyond the reach of time or fate, 

'J'hcle graces fhjll rndurc j 
Still, like the paifion they cn-ite, 

Eternal, cuniiant, puie. 



Sad Philomel I ah quit thy haunt. 
Yon dir'.ant wo.i 'i among. 

And round :ny fri^ndlx ^rotr j chaunt 
Tiiy fweftly-p:aintive fong. 

L-t not the harmlefs red-hmft fcafi 

Dninertic hini, to come 
And feek a fure afylum here, 

With one that loves his home. 

My trees for you, ye artlefs tribe, 
Sru'l ftore of frurt prefervcj 

Oh, let me thus your fricndlhip br'be ! 
Co:nr, feed without relerve. 

For you tHefe cherries 1 protcft, 
T) ;oij rhrf; plurr.s belong; 

Sweet is rhe fruit tM.?t you h*ve picked. 
But tweeter f.ir your fong. 

Let, thtn, this h 'gue betwixt us made, 
Our mutual iiitciefty guisrd ; 

Mine bf the 51 ft of fruit an J Hiadc, 
Your fofjgs be my reward. 



SONG 2S6. 

JKVITATION TO THE FEATiIE.j'p RACF.. 

Written by the Rev. Mr. Gkaves. 

^GAIN the bal.T.y 7?pl!yr blow-, 

Frclh verdure drckb the t.rovc, ' 

Kach bird with vtriul r.-ptur- glow*, 1 

And tunes his nutcs lo Ijve. 

Ye gentle warblers, hither t?--, 1 

And fiun the no>n-tiHr ira?; i 

My /hrubs a coohn^ ih ..\c lupp y, 

My groves a i,ifc lelrcuL. ' 

Here freely hop fiom furay to fp-.iy, ' 

Or weave tlje molly ncftj i 

Hcie rove and fing the live- long day, 
At night here fwecily reft. 

Amidil this co..l tranf.ucent rill, 

That Ifickies down llif gla^ie. 
Here balho your plumeb, here dvink your 611, 

And level in the fhade. 

No fchoo!-Koy rude, to mTchief prone, 

EVr in.'ws his ruddy face, 
Or tv JMps his bow. or hurls a ftone, 

in liiii fe4ueller'd piacc. 

Hither the vocal thrufli lepalrs. 

Secure the Ilnne: fings, 
'Xhegoidhnch dreads nt flimj fnarej 
TV c/pg her puat^d wia^s. 



SONG 2^7, 
Written by Dr. O . 

J^OW ev'ning had ting'd the gay landfcaK 

witli gold, 
The fwAins were retir*d, and their flocks in 

I he fol.l. 
When Delia rompiain''d in the woodland al >nei 
Li.ud <•( Ii.«r< ii'tam'd, and reply 'd to hei moar.. 
Thr w.nMers fit lift'ning un.und on the fp'^ay, 
An>i the gak Itolc in murmurs as foft as her liy. 

All, my Strcphon ! ('twas thus the fair mcara- 

er lu fciiij) 
II w fru.:i to :«mvc n»c :hus I'..(l and undone! 
V'.ur voA', lilic 'Ji? wind you fjrj;ct or defpife, 
Wm :':\f,\ii ni> cmii^-iaints, and are deaf to ay 

irli: » ; 
■j'he .-. -*'Ai once fu xlreadfiil, uh ! where is it's 

p.i.v.-' 
The voKc l.rard with tranfport, gives tran- 

rport no lii.jre. 

Tho"i7h the fylvans to pleafe me exert all their 

pov^ r», 
Thoug' :he fvkjins crown my head with a gar- 

l^ii.l •:*" rlowers, 
ThrAi^ii tl.;> iwear that my eyes like the 

iiii)iniiij{ ;ne gay, 
That my fon^ is mure fweet than the nightin- 

g-ilc'b Uy, 
Yet wliil, Stn'phoii is abfent, dejef^edydifroay'd, 
1 droop like a (low'r that repines in the ilude« 

O relmn, gentle fhrpherd, return to my pray'r! 
Ah think now I figh in unpity'd defpair!— 
But in vain all my h^pes I all my wiflies are 

vain I 
While tiie Areams and the breeset thuihejr 

me compiain, 
Whih: ttie birds to my anguiHi reply from the 

bou^h, 
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Ah ! too eafy to tnift ill the oathi that he 

fworc, 
When he vow*d tiiat no nymph had e*er charm'd 

him before. 
Be warned, then, ye fair, nor too rafliiy believe ; 
Think the men, when they flatter, but want 

to deceive ; 
That the fond eafy promife wu ne*er meant 

to bind ; 
And believe, when they fwear, that their oathi 

are ail wind. 



SONG z88. 



THE INVITATION. 



Written by Mr. B y. 

^WAKE, my fair, the morning fpringiy 
The dew-drops glance around. 

The heifer lows, the blackbird fings. 
The echoing vales refound. 

The fimple fweets would Stella tii^c^ 
That breathing morning yields. 

The fiagrance of the flow'ry wafte« 
And frelhncfs of the fields ! 

By uplands, and the greenwood-fide^ 

We'll take our early way. 
And view the valley fprcading wide, 

And op'ning with the day. 

Nor uninftruftlvc fhall the fcene 

Untold it's chnrms in vain, 
The fallow brown, ihc m?adow green. 

The mountain and the plain. 

JEach dcv^'-drop g!:ft'nlng on the thorn, 

And trembling to it*s fall. 
Each blwfh that paints the cheek of morn. 

In fancy's ear ihall call : 

O ye in youth and brauty's pride. 

Who lightly dance along; 
While laughter froiicJcs at your fide. 

And rapture tunes your fong; 

What though each grace around you play. 

Each beauty bloom for you. 
Warm as the biufh of rifing day. 

And fparkling as the dew; 

The blu^ that glows fo gaily now, 

But glows to difjppf ar. 
And quivVing from the bending bough. 

Soon breaks the pearly tear ! 

So pafs the beauties of your prime. 

That e'en in blooming die; 
So, (hrinkiu^ at the bUft of time. 

The trcachVous graces fly* 

Let thoje, my Stella, (light the ftrainy 

Who fear lo find .t true! 
Each fair of tranfient beauty valn^ 

And youth as tranfient too! 

With charm: that win beyond the fights 

And hold the willing heart, 
Afy SteJb Oi»ll iwait their Hiehtp 
Nor Ugh when tbcy tf ej>irt^ 



Still graces fiiall remain behind. 
And beauties liWl controul ; 

The graces of the poliih'd mind. 
And beauties of the foul. 



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SONG 289. 

Q BLIND A, with afifeaed mien. 

Tries ev'ry power of art ; 
Yet finds her elfor:s all in vain. 

To gain a Angle heart : 
Whilft Cbloe, in a Jilferent way^ 

Aims but herfelf to plcafe. 
And makes new conquefls every day^ 

Without one borrow^ grace. 

Belinda's haughty air dedroys 

What native clurms infpire; 
While Chloe s arrlcfs, /hining cyca. 

Set all the world on fire. 
Belinda may our pity move. 

But Chloe gives us pain; ' 
And while /he fmiles us into lore. 

Her fifier frowns in vain. 



SONG 290* 

BLACK-ET*D S V S A N; 

written by Mr. Gay. 

^LL in the downs the fleet was moorM, 

The dreamers waving in the wind. 
When blaclc-ey'd Sufan came on board. 
Oh ! where fliall I my true love find f 
Tell me, ye jovial Tailors, tell me true, 
Does my fweet William fail among the crew? 

Williiim, who high upon the yard, 
Kock'd with the billows to and fro; 

Sonn »s her well-known voice he heard. 
He figh^d, and caft his eyes below. 

The cord Hides fwiftly thro* his glowing hands. 

And (quick as li^liLning) on the deck he ftaiida. 

So the fweet lark, high poia'd in air. 
Shuts clofe his pinions to his breaft, 

(If, chance, his mate*8 flirill note he hear) 
And drops at once into her neft. 

The nobieil c.ipt lin in the Britiih fleet. 

Might envy William's lips thofe kifTet fweeCf 

O, Suf.in, Sufjn, lovely dear! 

My vows (hnil ever true remain; 
Let me kifs o'^ that falling tear: 

We only part to meet again. 
Change, as ye lifl, ye winds ; my heart fhall be 
The faithful compafs, that ftill points to thee. 

Believe not what t^^e landmen fay, 

Who tempt with doubts thy conflaat iniad| 

They'll tell thee, I ail orb, when away. 
In ev'ry port a miftiefs find-* 

Yes, yes, believe them,w!.en they tell thee fo. 

For thou art prefent, wherefoe*er I go. 

If to far India*! coaft we faiU 

Tb^ e^ti a\«? Cettvvw ^\^tcv'ftTA\\{wfiD^.\ 
Thy V>reat\\ w M\\c?% Ivvc^ %^*\ 



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Thus eT*ry beauteous obj(>^, that I view, 
Waices in my foul fome ch«rmi of lovely Sue* 

Tbo* battle call me from thy arms^ 
T^t not my pretty Sufan mourn; 

Tho* cannons mari yet fafe from harms 
William fh»\\ v* his dear return: 

Lnve turns affde the balls that round me fly. 

Left precious teai s fhnuU drop from Suriin*s eye. 

The boatfwain gave the dreadful word, 
The fails their fwsllint; buf im fpread,} 

No longer muft the flay aboard: 

They kifs'd; (ht (i^h'd; he hun^r his head. 

Her Irfs^ning boat unwiPing rows to litnd: 

Adieu! ike cries j and wav'd her lily-hand. 



SONG 291. 

"^HI LT. (llently I lov'd, nor dar'd 

To tell my crime ai^uJ, 
The ioAuence of your fmiles 1 (har^d^ 
In common with the cruwd : 

But when I once mv flame exprefty 
In hopes to e.ife my pain, 

Tou Hngrd me from all the reft. 
The mark of yourdifdaln. 

If thus. Corinna, you (hould f.own 

On all that do adore, 
Then all mankind muft be undone, 

Or you muft fmile no moic. 



SONG 29a. 

THE GAILAND. 

Written by Mr. PaioK. 

f H E pride of e? Vy grove I chofe^ 

The violet fweec, and lily fair, 
The dappled pink, and bluihing rofe. 
To deck my charming Chlue's hair. 

At mom the nymph vouchfafd to place 
Upon her bruw the various wreathe; 

The rtow*rs lefs blooming than her face. 
The fcent lefs fragrant than her breath. 

The ftow'rs (he woie along the day; 

^nd evVy nymph and fhrpherd faid, 
T'hat in her hair they looU'd more g«y 

Than glowing in their native bed. 

Cndreft at e/ning, when Ihe found 
Their colours loft, their odours paft. 

She chanj;*d her look, and on the ground 
Her garland and h^r eye (i\e caft. 

That eye dropt fenfc diftindt jnd clear, 
i^s any mufe^s tongue cuuld fpealt ; 

When from ii's lid a pearly tear 
Kan trickling down her beautepa| check. 

DtfTembling what I knew too vell| 
^fy iove, my life, faid I, e^pfaioy 

IViis change of humour ; pr*y thee, tcl)» 
That falling tear, what does it mean? 

fiAe figh'd, ihe fmird; and to th£ flow*r^ 
f^oimittg, tht lovely monliU fai-J| 



See, firiend, in fome few fleeting hemrs^ 
See yonder, what t change is made ! 

Ah, me ! the blooming pride of May 
And that of heavily are but one; 

At noon both Aourifh bright and gay. 
Both fade at ev'ning, pale and goae. 

At dawn poor Stella danc*d and fung, 
The amVous youth around her bow*d{ 

At night her fatal knell was rung, 
I faw, and kifs'd her in htr ibroud. 

Such as flte is, who dy*d to-day. 
Such I, alas* may be to-morrow; 

Go, Damon, bid thy mufe difplay 
The juftice of thy Chloe*s forrow. 



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193. 



THE MOKMNG SALUTATION. 

Written by Mr. Congiivi. 

3 £ E ' ihe wake^ I Sabina wakes ! 

And now the fun begins to rife; 
Lefs glorious is the morn, that breaks 
Frum his bright beam», ihan her fair eye 

With light united day they give. 
But cifFerent faiej» ere night fulfil : 

Hew many by his warmth will live ! 
How many will her coldnefs kill '. 



SONG 294. 

oh! how hot XT is! 

Written in June 1761. 

QH, the fultry month of June* 

Sweating late anJ early; 
Able fcarce to hum a tune. 
Oh I we fweher rarely ! 

All night long weVe in a fweat, 
Sweating till the morning^ 

Piping hot then up we get, 
Breakfaft bell gives warning. 

After tes we take a xvalk. 

In the grove or meadow : 
Oh ! how hot ! is all our talk ; 

None e*er fweat as we do. 

Then upon the grafs weVc laid; 

For a while, how clever I 
Soon the fun darts thro* the /hade, 

We're j^ hot as ever. 

Panting with the noon-tide heat. 
Homeward next we ftroll, Sir, 

All befmear'd with duft and fweat« 
Dolly brings the bowl, Sir. 

Cooling cream, our thirft t* allay, 

Ei^er now we fvallow ; 
Cyder too, and curds and whey ; 

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oil, benchesi beds of down, 
: now can pleaie us. 

its* and down we fit, 
Aeih invite us} 
fcl cin we eat, 
; can delight us. 

if norsy ftrang or weak, 
vt no pleafore } 
aQghts in vain we feelty 
I beyond meal'ure. 

»w comes on apace, 
; fan is fetting ; 
lim the meadow's face, 
ftill are fwcating. 

hui from day to day, 
powers befriend us ! 
ad of June fo gsy, 
once moie fend us ! 



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295- 



A lUCK .^ SONG. 

D you tafte the perfume of the mom, 
e the dew-drops bcfpangle the thorn 5 
iway, when the founds 
merry-mouth'd hounds 
with the mellow-ton*d horn 9 
(s with round rud^iy f^ce 
)f the mountains Ihall grace, 
fports of the day 
Bucks hafte away, 
h new vigour the chace. 

nrod, the jovial and gay, 

raught us to hunt for the prey; 

:h fuli-Aowing Uowii 

ren our fouls, 

fly finiih the day: 

ge then pay at his ihrine, 

ty libations of winej 

(o thh brink, 

nem'ry let*s drink, 

ur great founder, divine. 



SONG 296. 

A raZE MAS0N*S SONG. 

N quite a young fpark, 

ras in the dark, 

ed to alter my ftatlon ; 

:o a friendi 

OT*d, in the end, 

: an accepted mafon. 

or he then knocked, 

quickly unlocked, 

bid me to put a good face on, 

: be afraid, 

ould be made 

, an accepted mafon. 

\e$ were crow o*dg . 

aiErr / found, 

I m*>ii ioletnn oraticB ; 



Then iliew*^ me the light. 
And gave me the right 
Sign, token, and word, of a mtfoHf 

How great my amase, 

WhenlfirftfawtheWaxe! 
And how ftruck with themyftk 

AftuniOi'd ! I found, 

Tho' free, I was bound 
To a free and an accepted mafon. 

When doathed in white, 

I took great delight 
In the work of this noble vocation t 

And knowledge J gain*d. 

When the lodge he ezplain*d 
Of a free and an accepted mafun. 

J was bound, it appears 

For feven long yean. 
Which to me is of trifling dAratton : 

With freedom 1 ferve. 

And ftrain ev*ry nerre 
To acquit myfeif like a good mafon. 

A bumper then fill 

With an hearty good will, 
To our mafter pay due veaeration ; 

Who taught us the art 

We ne'er will impart, 
Unleft to an accepted mafon. 



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'pO yon, gay folks, in London town« 

In fummer who re fide. 
Who flaunt each night at M.irybone, 

And each fine place befide, 
While, faunt*ring here and there, yon fpend 
Your houra— <o you thefe lines I fend. 

With eafe and foft cnntentment blefsM, 

We laugh at folly's train, 
Nor figh for joys by you pollers*d» 

Frenci -horns, or burnt Champaign} 
The fragrant lily, and the rofe. 
Far, tar outfhine your belles and beans. 

Let Brent with fing-fong tiilling note 

Reggie your nicer tars ; 
We tiiink the blackbird'^ tuneful throat 

The mu^ic of the fpheies) 
The fweeter linnet and the thruOi, 
Our concerts make in ev'ry bulb. 

While Philomel, in fliades remot-. 
Sweet biid of night! complaint. 

We llflen to each warbling n»te« 
Inchanted with herftraint^ 

An.) when the tuneful dirge is o^er^ 

Wecara! cry— i*- Encore, Encire'. 

When fultry funs dart fiercer beams,* 
Thro' Woods and gUdcs we rove, 

Or haunt the fide of purling ftream«. 
Our pleAl'ures 10 im9(nve*^ 

Thus, thus, we pa(\ x.V\e V\\t-\<Mv%^vj^ 

Nor heed we w^at ^out ^c^x. owtii. Vi^. 

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The cEeirf^glifi dWerti our fpleco. 

At dinner when we meec j 
In fobcr chat our time we kill» 
Or play at whift or dear <}uadrille. 

While fome with patriotic zeal. 
Vouchsafe the helm to ftcer, 

Andy ardent for the public wcaI, 
The pofti of honour fhare j 

It nutters not, to fuch at we. 

Who holds the ftatf — or wears the key. 

Let ftatefmen* versed in court grimace^ 

Contend for pow*r and pay j 
To get a penfion, or a place. 

Cringe, flatter^ and betray; 
A nobler prize we have in view. 
While love and friendfhip we purfue. 

*Tis this that gilds our ni6rning bright^ 

And ev>y cloud difpeU; 
Nor chearlefs is the gloom of night. 

Where love with fiiendlhip dwells. 
Blefs^d fpot, where joys like thefe combine ! 
Suchy fuch are ThomfonU joys and mine. 



SONG 298. 

A SZLICT ALBION*i SONG. 

Y^ tuneful nine, my fong infpire, 

Anu nil each breaft with rapt>ous fire 3 
Aflift with ev'ry trembling ftring. 
To make the vaulted cieling ring; 
While we record, in choral ftrarns, 
The band where union truly reigns. 

Here friendHiip*! feen in ev^ry face^ 
And gives to mirth a focial grace ; 
Here, peace and plenty, ever fmile. 
To blefs the fons of Albion*s ifle; 
And fccptrc*d wifdom ne*er difdains 
To join the band where union lelgni. 

With feftal fong, and rofy wine. 

We offer up at Bacchus* ihrine, 

Who bleeds the grape for Albion's chear, 

The* France, and Spain, the vineyards rear; 

With NeAar he recruits our veins. 

And joins the band where union reigns* 

To make our happinefs compleat. 
Here liberty has fixM her feat ; 
And does each Albion fon infpire 
With free-boru courage, match !efs fire: 
No breach o£ honour ever ftaios 
The band where union Uuly reigns. 

Should Spain with haughty ftride advance. 
And proudly ftiake her feeble lance; 
Or Gallia*c fons (afpiriog race) 
Attempt to wound fair Albion's peace; 



We'll dauntleft brave the hoAile plaina». 
And prove, with Albions, union reig as. 

Then fill the goblets to the brink , 
And let ^ach worthy brother drink 
Succefs to Albioni and her caufe. 
Her rights, her liberties, and laws j 
And jr>yous fing, in choral ftrains. 
The band where union truly relgnt. 



SONG 299. 

Written by Mr. Bakxk. 

WOMAN! thoughtleft, giddy crcatuic! 

Laughing, idle, fluttering thing* 
Mod fantafltc woik of nature ! 
Still, like f«ncy, on the wing. 

Slave to evVy changing paifion» 

Loving, hating, in extreme; 
Fond of evVy foolifh falhion. 

And, at bed, a pleafing drcaxn. 

Lovely trifle! dear illufion ! 

Conqu'ring weaknefs ! wiAiM for pain! 
Man's chief glory, and confufioni 

Of all vaniticj moft vain. 

Thus, deriding beauty's power, 

Bevil caira it all a cheat ; 
But, in lefs than half an hour, 

Kjieel'd aiid whin*d at Celia*i feet. 



SONG 3CO. 

W^^^ her beams, that late warm*d ne^ 

CiarifTi withorew. 
How chang'd all at once, and how lifelefs I 

grew ! 
Quite uneafy and reftlefs, I rov^d up and down; 
So ftrange a diforder fure never was known. 

I fat down to write, and endeavoured to think, 
Bui no ufe could i make of my dear pen and ink: 
I flew to my claret, that balm of the mind! 
But, ah ! in my claret no eafe cou*d I findl 

In diverfions I next hop'd to get fome relief; 
But diverfions, how vain ! to a heart full af 

grief! 
Then I pore'd o'er my books; fure, thought I, 

'mongft the wife, 
I fliall meet with fome marvellous cure uia 
trice : 

But they honeftly told me, that what I endvr*d 
Cou'd, alone, by the nymph who firftcius*di^ 

be cur'd ; 
Then hafte, my ClarifTa ! to fliine on me, hafte^ 
Left, benighted much longer, this verfc be 

my lad. 



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SONG 301. 

A iONG UPON SONGt* 

E ev^rjr bri/k foul 

» delights in a bowl, 

h» or whit to it belongtj 

' my verfe, 

re I rebearfe, 

fe jouy a foog upon fongSt 

[ declare, 

rbo to hear 

:tle ori^oal longs ; 

:biok what be will, 

fenfivt or ill 

jn'd in tbii Tong upon fongs, 

eijuen conceal 

eises, wheel in wheel, 

ider difguife commit wrongi) 

hurr, 

ibute to mirth, 

ting a fong upon fongi* 

aroQt knave, 
endi to be brave, 
iftt of bit fighu and ding dongi j 
to the fA, 
Q hit creft I 
I courage— a fong upon foogit 

J refort 

>ra at court, 

tire for fat living! in throng! j 

vith low aim« 

fune, 

bling a fong upon fongtt 

rt m all, 
Ad VI fmaU, 



.A girl, ball, or play, 
A review, or birCh-day, 
Or even fk fong upon fonga* 

Guitars with fome fuit. 
Some a fiddle, or flute. 

And fome love a poker and tongs i 
Some admire duettoa 
And others cantatas. 

And others, my fong upon fongs. 

Let all who*ve the fpleen 
Buy this Magaslne; 

Such property to it belongs* 
It will give them a cure. 
As certain and fure 

As this is a fong upon fongsJ 

But if you proceed. 
And continue to read 

Each fong which to this book belongs : 
Yoo*llown, 1 believe. 
Many plcafnre can give> 

Bcfides this our fong upon fongs. 

SONG 302. 

Sung at MAaYBOME. 

'P H E fno» like any bridegroom gay, 

Rofe to falute the fpring. 
The flow*reta haifd the birth of May, 

And birds began to fing j 
When Damon tript it o*er the plain, 

Dear Chloe*s heart to win ; 
But at the window upp*d in vain* 

She would not let him in. 

Befide the manfiohs where the great. 

From glorious feats retired. 
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Love whifpcrM then in Dtmon*i ear. 

And bade his fong begin : 
And thu$ he fung to pleafc the fair. 

In hopes ibe'ii let him U* 
So fwec-t iiif fong, the maiden rofe. 

In rural plaii art»rej 
And lik^ t>\f ^-tttti ieafoi» gitwt 

Widi tbri'.li.ru; fofc Jefi.e:. 
But, angry i»kr, by love coiitrouW, 

Cry*d, Shepher., why this din? 
Why wake nc thus > iWe often told 

I ne'er would let yoa in. 

The fair-one in his arms he pref/dy 

And kifi'd her o'er and o'er: 
And who, '*ith honour in hii breaft, 

C^oid then hav«.chatti||iton more } 
To ch«rch lie led jjer in her pdfliet 

For ple^fure void of 1itt\ 
And now (he hi Is the happy till 

Whenfirftilu>etbimin. 



SONG 303. 

GOLIN*S COMFZ.AINT* 

Written by Mr, Rows. 

T)r. SPAIRING befide a dear ftceam* 

A (h -pherd forfaken Waf laid ; 
Anc wiiiN afaife nymph Wat hti tbeme« 

A wiiiow fuppoi^ed his head. 
The winds that blew over t|iepUfii» 

To his fighs with a figh did reply } 
And the brook, in return to Kis pajn^ 

Ran mournfully murmuring by. 

Alas ! fiiiy fwaia that I was ! 

Thus fadly complaining he cry^d ; 
When firft I beheld chat fair face, 

'Twcrc belter by far I had dji'd 1 
She talk*d,and I bleffMibe dear tongue; 

When (he fmii*d, *twas a pjlea(ure Loo grtU t 
I liften*d, and cry*d, when ibf-fuag, 

Wat nightingale ever f«i fweec I 

How foolifli was I to believe 

She could doat on fo lowly a clown ! 
Or that her fond heart would not grieve 

To forfatce the fine folk of th« tow^ ! 
To think iiat ■ beauty fo gay, 

So kind «nd fo co,n£Unt would, proffi} 
Or go dad like our maidens in grey. 

Or live in 4 cottage on love ? 

What tho* I have (kill to. complain! 

Tbo* the Miifes my temples have crown*d I 
What thoV when they bear iDy,foft ^Tfi^^ 

The virgins fit weeping arottsdi 
Ah, Col'n { thy hopes are in vaia^ 

Thy pipe and thy laurel rofifn | 
Thy falfe-one inclines to a fwaia 

Whofe mufic is fwfeter th»B tbiaft* 

And you, my eompanione fo deary 

Who forrow to fee me betray*dy 
Whatever 1 fufftr, forbear, 

Forb.'ir to accufe the falfo maid ; 
Tho* throuf^n the wide world I (beald twn^/tf 

Tis JO fua fromwy fyrtuap Wifi 



*Twai her*s to be falfe tnd tochaB|Cf 
'Tis mine to be conftant and die* 

If, while my hard fate I fuftaiot 

Uk htt hnailt MOf pity it Btmmh 
Let her ct^t with tbenymphi of cb«|taii 

And fe» me Itid low ift w« cnuni; 
XKo left humble boon tkt tvnrt^ 

U to (hadfi ma with cypttTa a9d.]!et«| 
And when (he looks down oa my gfMC|^ 

Let her own that her (hepherd WM trtta 

Then to her new love let her f Oy 

And deck her in golden array j 
Be fined at cv*ry fine (how. 

And frolic it all the long day t 
While Colin, forgotten and gonOv 

Nfl( more (hall be taik.*d of wriitOp 
Un^fs when beneath file pair itooV 

His ghoft (hall glide over the green! 



SONG 30f. 
Sunf at RanbIaoh* 

RZCITATITK* 

"^REK Bacchus, jelly god, lavitest 

To revel in his ev*ning riteij 
In vaia hit altar I furronnd, 
Tho* with Burgundian incenfecrownMt 
No charms hai wise witiiottt tlie.la<a| 
*Tis love gives relilh to the glafa. 

Aia. 

While all aroond, with Joeond gtec^ 
In brimmers toall the favorite (ke | 
Tho* ev*ry nymph my lips proclaiffly 
My heart hill whifpen Chloe*t name | 
And thus, with me, by tnxVom 
Still ev*ry glafs is Chloe*8 health. 



SONG 30S« 

WILLIAM AND MAKQAtST* 

"^ H E N all wat wraot in dark ndWik 

And all were fa(t aOeepy 
In glided MargVet*i grimly ghol^^ 
And (lood at William's feet* 

Her face wat lilca the April AorHy 

Clad in a wIot*ry cloud ^ 
And clay-cold was her lily haodt 

That hdd.thyB fable (hroud. 

So (hall the faireft face appear. 
When youth and yean are flown ; 

Such it the robe that kings mjJt weir. 
When death hu raft their crown. 

Her bloom wat like the fpriagiag itwV^ 

That fipe the fllvar d«w $ 
The rofe was budded in herehtaky 

And op*ning to the view*; 

But love had, like the canker- worm,, 

Confum*d her early prime » 
The rofe grew pale, and leAMr ohttk f 

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n her nudnijKht gfirt j 
phjr hear the maid 
refosM to fave. 

jttAI gMli oomplani $ 
graires give up their deafly 
; Hie fkithlefa feraia. 

re, William, ^thy fiiiky 
{e, and broken oath $ 
t Uflk ^y fMitieft ■«>«> 
me back my troth. 

you iay my face wMfaiff 

Lat fice foflakt ? 

roa win my vlr§in hearty 

: that heart to break ? 

foa promt fe love to me« 
that propUCe keep f 
u ^vear mine eyet were bngh^ 
t (h^fe eyct to weep ? 

you fay my Up «aa fWeet, 

:e the fear lee ^ale? 

U i, young witltffi maid, 

:he flattering tale? 

ater) m> mofv ii fhirj 

ao lOAgBT red ; 

ine eyes, now cloa'd itt dftath* 

y charm it fled« 

y wormmy fifterit J 
iding-Hieer I wear ; 
nd weary laAt oar oighti 
; laft morn appear. 

the cock has warn*d mt hence t 
and laft adieu ! 
Talfe man ! how low flie lies* 
dfor love of yon. 

did fing, anfd morning fm\U, 
w her gUttMng head| 
iffl ibook In et'ry limb, 
ving left hii bed* 

m to the fiitel place 
4argVet'f body lav, 
b'd him on the green>graft turf 
epther braaChleri clay s 

: he caird on Marg*ret*a i^ame* 
tee he wept full fore ; 
kU cheek to the cold earthy 
rd fpake never more* 

8 O N G 306. 

A nvsTiito lovc 

. awayl hark away 1 
1 chace.the fleet hare by the daw»} 
any brs>e lads, before day, 
tt will be ever ere morn. 

who fileot has been, 
^r Ml Humktn IhaU lie ) 
.M by our dogs .00 the grefSf 
lilU to tke f alUes reply. 



The hare Is put up, my brave foufi, 
Lo ! yonder i!he brushes the glide } 

See PomprY how ffeetly he bowb. 
Poor puia is moil fadly afraid. 

She turns and ihe doubled In vatn. 
And, hoie ! die now lofcs breath | 

Huzza, ihe is f!at on the plain, 
We'll revel, my boyr,o*er herdeethl 



SONG 307. 

■y^ff A T'l ill ttie pompi of gttfdy comtr. 

But vain jddights and jingling toys) 
While pie^ifure crowns your ruial fports, 
W:t!i calm content and tranquil jeye I 



SONG 3o«. 
Tint liATfr i»vtt. 

J^ H IL S T on thy deer bofom lying, 

Celia, who can paint my blift f 
Who the tianiparta Tm exi^cyiD^, 

When thy balmy lips I kifi f 
EvVy loolc with love infptret me, 

Ev'ry touch my bofooM warms* 
EvVy nAeltf rtg tranfport fires me, 

£v*ry joy is in tky arma. 

Thofe dear eyes, how foft they tangii!fh! 

Feel my heart with raptures beet) 
Piftkfure tuma almoft to angufib. 

When the tranfport ia fo great I 
Lopk not fo divinely on me, 

Gelia, I (h^l die with blifs } 
Yet ! yet! turn thofe eyes upon lAe» 

Who*d aoc die • death like this I 



SONG 309. 

Sung 10 ArtAXtrmtu 

IT AIR, Semira, lovely maid* 
CeaCt in pity to upbraid 

My opprefs*d but conftanC heart) 
Full feflkieot ere the wees. 
Which my cruel ftars oppofe; 

Heav*n, ales ! has done lt*t part. 

SONG 310. - 
Sung in Anaxgrxes* 

L E T not rage, thy bofom firing, 

Pity's fofcer claim remove : 
Spare a heart that's juft expiring, 
Forc'd by duty, rack'd by love* 

Each ungentle thought fufpending. 
Judge of mine by thy foft breiUl) 

Nor with rancour never ending, 
Heap freih forrows on th* oppreft* 

Heav*n, that ev*ry joy has crofs*d. 

Ne'er my wretched ftate can mend j 
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8 p^ O 311. 

Song Iq Ltvi h a VilUgt* 

2^ Y heart*! my own, my will ii free^ 

And fo (hall be my voice \ 
No mortal mtn (hall wed with me* 
Till fir(t he*f mad« my choice. 

Let partnta nile, cry Nature's liwfy 
. And chi-drea ftill obey j 
And is there, then, no fiviog daufe, 
Agaiaft tyrannic fwiy -f 



SONG 312. 

p H I LL I S, 1 pray, what did I fay ? 

That I did not adore you } 
I durO not fue, as others do. 
Or talk of love before you. 

Should 1 make known my flame, you*d frown, 
No tears coulc! e*er appeafe you \ 

*Tis better 1 (houtd (ilent die, 
Than talk for to difpleafe you. 

SONG 313. 
Sung in the Matd of the MM. 

If that's all you want, who the plague will 
> be forry ? 

Twcre better by half to dig ftonei in a q*jarry j 

For ;ny (hare, Tm weary of what is goi by*c s 

*Sfte(h, here> fuch a rackety fech fcolding and 

coiling, 
YouVe never content, but when folks are a 
toiling, 
And drudging like horfes, from momiog till 
ni^ht. 

Yo^ think Tm afraid, but the difference to (hew 

you, 
Fir(l, yonder's your (hovel, your facky too I 

throw you ; 
Henceforward, uke care of your matters who 

will. 
They are welcome toflavc for your wages who 

need *em ; 
Tol,lol,de rol, loi, I have purchai*d my freedom. 
And never hereafter iJaail work at the mill. 



SONG 314. 

THE WISH. 

tF I live to be old, f r 1 find J go dowfl^ 
^ Let this be my faie : la a country town, 
Miy 1 have a w^rm huufe, with a ftone at the 

g>te. 
And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate. 
May 1 govern m^ paHion with an abfolutefway, 
And grow' wifer and better, as m^^ ftrength 

wears away ; 
Without gout or ftone, by a gentle decay. 

May my little houfe (land on the /ide of a hill. 
With an eafy defceat to a mead and 4 mill> 



That when Tve a mind I masf h««p my 1 
Id the mill^ifit rains ) if ic*a dry, iad 
May 1 govern, &c. 

Near a (hady .grove, and a mnranriiig 
With the ocean at diftancey whcrcQ 

lOMk, 

With a fpacious plain^ without he^gp 
And an eafy pad-nag to ride out a mi 
May I govern, fcc. 

With Horace and Petrarch^ and two 

more 
Of the beft wits that reign*d in the age 
With roafl mutton, rather than tcbYoi 
And clean, tho' coarfe linen at erery 
May I govern, &c* 

With a podding on Suadaya, witli iU 

ming liquor, 
And remnant* of Latin to welcome tl 
With Monte-Fiafcone, or Burgundy > 
To drink tue king's health as oft as J 
May 1 govern, dec. 

May my wine be ▼ermilion» ouy a 

drink be pale. 
In neither extreme, or too nild, or toi 
In lieoof defrrts, unwholefoae and d 
Let Lodi or Parmefan bring up the le 
Mayl govern, &c. 

Nor tory, nor whig, obfervator, or tri 
May I be, nor *gainft the law's torrcnl 

mer. 
May I mind what I fpeak, what I wi 

hear read. 
And with nuttps of (Utt ne*er tx« 
' head. 
May I govern, &c. 

Let the gods, whodifpofe ofev'ryking 
Whomfoever they pleafe, fet up andjpi 
1*11 pay the whole fiillling impos*d on i 
Tho* I go without claret that night tc 
May i govetn, &c. 

I'll bleed without grumbling, tboogh 

(hould appear 
As oft as new moons, or weeks in a y 
For why fhould 1 let a fedicioot wo(d 1 
Since my lands in Utopia pay nothing 1 
May 1 govern, &c. 

Tho* 1 care not for riches, may I not bi 
That the rich without (hame cannot 4 

floor \ 
May they court my converfe, may tl 

much delight 
My old ftories to hear in a long winter 
May I govern, &c« 

My fmall ftock of wit may I not mifi 
To flatter ill men, be they never fo hi| 
Nor mifpend the few moments I fteal 1 

grave. 
In fawning or cringing, like • dog qr 
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kj B«ne whom I l^e, to fo grett riches rif?, 
to flight thrir acquiintuice, and their oU 
friends defpife ; 
So low or fo nigh may none of them be^ 
Bb to tikowK either pity or envy in me. 
V May I govern, Sec, 

gfL friendfliip I wifh for, but alai ! *t:t in vain, 
Jove^t ftore-houfe ii empty and can't it fup« 

po Armt that no change of timfs, envy or gam. 
Or flatt*r;, or women^ ibould have power 
to untie. 
^ ; May I got ero, &e« 

9at if friendi prove unfaithfuli and fortone a 

whore> 
a^ll may I be virtuonf, tho* I am poor \ 
My life, then, at ufelefs, may I freely refign, 
^Whenno longer 1 reli(h troe wit and good wine. 
May 1 gorern, dec. 

To oat-live my fenfet may It not be my fate, 
Jo be blind, to bo doaf> to know nothing 
at all; 
Bot rather let death come before *tti fo late, 
iVn4 while thcre*a fome fap in it, may my 

tree fall. 
May I govern, &c« 

I hope T (hall have no occafion to fend 

Tor pried, or phyficians, till I'm fo near my 

end. 
That I have eat all my bread, and drank my 

laft glafi $ 
* SrCt thtm come then, and fct their fcals to my 
pafi. 
May I gevom, &c« 

With a coarage undaonttd, may I face my laft 

day 5 
And when I am dead may the better fort fay, 
Jn the morning when fober, in the evening 

when mellow, 
fie*t gone, and not left behind him his fellow. 
May I govern, lee. 

Without any noife, wh^n Tve pafs*d oV the 
ftage. 
And decently afted what part fortune gave. 
And ^ut off my veft in a cheirfulold age. 
May a few honeft fellows fee me laid in my 

grave. 
May 1 govern, &c. 

I care not whether under a turf or a flone. 
With any infcription upon it, or none: 
Jf a thoufand yeara hence. Here liei W. P. 
Shall be read on my tom^ what it it to mc? 
May 1 govern, l^c* 

yet one wifh I add, for the fake of thofe few 
fVbo in reading Uefi^ |ine« any p)e«fure ihiU 
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May I leave a good fame, and a fweet-fmellipg 

name. 
Amen— Here an end of my wi/hea I make. 
May 1 govern my paflion with an abfolute fway^ 
And grow wifer and better, at my ftrengtk 

wears away : 
Without gout or ftone, by a gentle decay* 



SONG 315. 

THK roacE or iivsic. 

"yff HEN Sappho tun*d the raptured (Iratn^ 

The lift'ning wretch forgot his pain | 
With art divine the lyre flie ttrung. 

Like thee Aeplay'd, like thee Ibe fuog* 

For when (be ftmck the qulvVing wire. 
The eager breaft was all on fire \ 

But when (he tun*d the vocal lay, 
The captive fuul was charm'd awsyl 

SONG 316. 

THX L0VXK*8 IXC^UEST* 

rpA KE, oh! take thofe lips away, 
•*■ That fo fweetly were fortworn j 
And thofe eyes, the break of day. 
Lights that do mi/lead the morn* 
Bot my kiifes give ag^iin. 
Seals of love, tno' feal'd in vain. 

Hide, oh I hide thofe hills of fnow. 

Which thy fiozsn bofjm bears ) 
On whofe tops ttte pinks that grow. 
Are like thofe that April weais. 
But from my tender bleeding heart. 
Withdraw the arrow, eate the fmart| 
Oti'end no more great angry Jove, 
But pity, fince you cannot love ! 



SONG 317. 
Sung at Ramslagn. 

RXCITATIVX. 

^ Wretch, lon^ tortured with difJaInt 

That ever pin'd, or pin*d in vain } 
At length the god of wine addreft. 
Sure refuge of a wounded breaft. 

All. 

Youchfafe, O powV, thy healing aid» 
Teach me to gain the cruel maid j 
Thy juices t«ke the lover's part, 
Fiuih his wan looks, and chear hit hetrU 

RlCITATIVa. 

To Bacchus thus the lover cy'd } 
And thus the jolly god reply 'd. 

Aia. 
CiYe whining o*er, be bri0c and fiy^ 
And quaff his fncaking form away \ 
With dauntlefs mien approach the Uix^ 
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The fwain porfu'd the god*$ advice, 
Ihc nymph was tkcw no loader oic<* 

All. 

She fmiPd, tnd fpoke die fcn'i inj«d : 
When w grow daring, you grow kind j 
M<rn to thcmlelvci are moft fevcrc. 
And make ui lytaots by their fear. 



SONG 318. 

Sucg at l^AKELACH. 

^T Winnfur, where ThAine* glides lb fwectTy 

Live! tr.e wiiU v/my heart, the dear guX of my 

long, 
Her name al! the day I with raptures repeat, 
Ard aoi b''i\ when the ihepher4« oot Milk of 

u.yK.ic, 

When my faii-one is by, the whole ▼tllage is 

For ih (h-f not the fun, that f nlivews the d ly '. 
The lids are all happy vrhen round hei tftey 

wait 
And the lafTes learn beauty by watcfaSng my 

Kate. 

Sho.ld I gain the pal^ lily, or blu(h-painttdrol«» 
And wtih pinks and twcci woodbioct a garland 

cnmpofr. 
More lorrly to fight are her looks, and note 

fweet 
la the fr^g/ance that dwells on the lipt of my 

Kata. 

Hofli! hofli ! ye vila watblera, so aort croud 

the fpray, 
Kor think to diTcrt with your love-liven'd lay; 
With fuccefs e^ch may luue the fhrilJ note to 

hia matt* 
But your noteii are all har/h to the voice of my 

Kate. 

As (he fits on the bank by the fide of the flream. 
The birds, without fear, fead and play by the 

brim. 
And why fliould they cot } they can think no 

deceit^ 
Such truth is confefs^d in the looks of my Kate, 

The ihf pherds bring pofies of fiow*rs, but the 

m«id 
Cries, Thefe are but emblems that I too mud 

But myrtles Til bring, and in thrir h*Ppy date 
Shew the unfading charms of the mind of my 
Kite. 



SONG 319. 

TH< MAID or THI MILL* 

y^ T T £ N D all ye fliepherds and nyaipha to 

my lay, 
Vott m»^ learn from my tale, and go wifer iway i 



A damfel once dwelt at the foot of a hil! 
Well known by the name of the maid 
mill. ^ 

In her atl the graces had jointly combli 
Her face to improve, tnd embellifli her 
Nor prid? nor deceit e'er her bofom did 
* fwas nature alone in the maid of the 

The lord of the viliage beheld the fwee< 
Each art to fubdue her was prefently lai 
With gold he eadeavour'd to tempt bei 
But nought could prevail with the maid 
mill. 

Her virtue (be pris*d beyond fplendor or 
Tho' poor, yet (he never repin*d at her 
His proffers (he (lighted, in vain all hit 
To ruin the fame of the maid of the ir 

Young Colin addreft'd her with hope a 

fear. 
His heart was right hoaeft, hit love was 
With rapture his bofom each momen 

thriii. 
Whene'er he beheld his dear maid of tl 

His paffion was fbanded on honour and 
The nymph read l)is heart, and of cour 

the voath ; 
At church little Pnry foon anfwer*d, 
Hislord(Lip was bau)k*d of the maid oft 

What h4pptnefs waits on the chafte nupt 
Content, tbey areAraj^rs toforrow ai 
The flame at firft rais'd in each othi 

fllll. 
And Colin is blef»*d with the maid of t 



SONG 320. 

Sung in jicis and Galsits* 

LOVE founus he alarm, 

And tear is a flying | 
When beauty'a the prise. 
What mortai feara dying? 

In defence of my treafore 

ril bleed at each vein { 
Without her no pleafure. 

For life is a pain> 

SONG 321. 

Sung atVAUXHALL. 

Y ^ nymphs und ye ihepherds that joi 

throng, 
Pray tsrry a while and attend to my fi 
Thr (lory is Ample, tho* true, that 1 1 
And I hope it w ill pleafe you all wonder 

I wrnt t'other day to a wake on the gi 
And mat with a lafs fair as beaoty^s ga 
I a(k*d for « kifj, but the damfel cry'd 
And ftru^gled and frown'd, and faid, 
me go. 

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i tint I piifi*d ber the more (he crjM 

lb 

gM aa4 imwn'd, and faid, Pni; let 

it» 

B catmtict wonid make her comply, 
r I mmAfiihiu, *twis» ¥yt, CoKn, 

fof • piffaiy Slid made htr aay wife, 
I Mi wtlCQflK (• kifa her for life. 

I that hear, i«ara extnople from this, 
: how too freely yoa part with a kifa 5 
or • time all tho hnmn yoa can, 
I the heft way to mike fore of a man. 

S O N Q 3M. 

Ihoald I now, my love, complain, 
t toil awaita thv chearful rvraio ) 
Mr oft a fweet oeftows, 
fy fplcndor nevar knuwi ? 

Inti the porple tide of health, 
Avt'a willt, the poor man*i wealth ; 
lie th0ft Wiiftet o*er the face, 
ike sad go-wrth nacifc grace. 

t of drefi, the pomp of ihew, 
NBga, oft, that cuver woe ) 
wbofe wiAer never roam, 
• of real joyt at hmne ! 

S O N O 323. 

$«nf at Mabtbovs* 

I loft to peace of mind fcrene, 
; my chain in fraitlefa hope, 
each melancholy fcene, 
ve my forrowa their fail fcofe* 
r, fprightty, gallant tar, 
rta with fierce, defthiAire war, 
hat I feel, where'er thoa art, 
' thy MkryU breaking heart. 

1 dancing caftle ridel 
the bofom of the deen, 
1^ wiod and wave abidet, 
iTigation bids thee fleep $ 
ly liecp and downy reft 
the tempeft in thy breaft, 
ilooi ibara like mine ihall piofe 
h of my dear fajlor*i love. 

«bc, aad fear, and windi and watea, 
hreadfol to the love-tofs*d mind, 
lie the ikilfur feaman bravei , 
lavii pale care and pief behind. 
■mroaa maid ombark*d like me, 
•oa foch a troubled fea, 
a*a rago woald gkdif aaeec^ 
ia deptha leak a retreat. 

« 1611, my ffimtic brain, 
ifoo whifpcf to thy feari | 
' may return again, 
'4 witb faccaii^ to4fy my ttan | 
■f, witb aU bar gaody charms, 
td M»ti sir loi^ aroHf 



And one blefsM hour together blend^ 
The lover, hero, hufl)kn<:, friend. 

Britannia, hail ! thou mighty queen ; 

The ftrength, the power, tne iras are thijie; 
Long may thy po«*r aa ju.'.ice lean. 

To be pre rrv*d, they muil cumbine 1 
To courage 6ni;ly n?*er rcfort. 
For virtue ii U.j crue luppori ; 
*Tii that atone can ftieng^n maintain t 
Be virtuous, and f ;r eve. r- ign. 

I ■ ■■ ■ I _■ ■ - ■■■11 

SONG 344. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

QY the fide of a ftream, at tiie fo.t of a hill«i 
i met with young Pacbe who livci ac tho 
mill. 
My heart leapt wi.h joy at Co pie-ifir.i; a ri^ittf 
ForFhebe, 1 vow, u my omy Ucii^hi. 

f told her my love, and ftt 'J.)wn \ry Iter fi.'e. 
And fwore the next moiniu^ 1 vl ni«Le hej aij 

bride, 
In anget inc faid, Get you out of my fi^^^t, 
And go CO |Our Chillis } you met her 1 :il ni^ut* 

Surprls*d, I reply *d, Pi ay, explain what yoa 

maan^ 
I ne^er, I vow, with young Phillii was feen| 
Nor can 1 conce'.ve what my Phebe is at. 
Oh 1 Can't you/ Ihe cry'dj well, 1 love you foff 

that. 

Sayi did you not meet her laft night on this 
fpot ? 

Colin, O Colin, you can*t h.ve forgot ; 

1 heard ihe whole ftory tint mornmg trumMaty 
Yott ftiil may deny ic, 1 love ynu for tbat. 

*Tif falfe, I reply*d, deareft Ph-be b-lieve. 
For Mat ii a rover, and meana to deCiive ; 
You vary well know he h^i ru<n*a \ouni; Pat^ 
And furely my charmer muft haie him for that. 

Come, come then, fiie cry*d, if ycu mean to 

be kind, 
ril own 'twai to know the true ftate of your 

mind : 
Tranfported 1 kifs*d her, ihe gave me a pot, 
I made her my wife, ana (he lov^s me tni ihat^ 



SONG 



3^5- 



THR CHABMS OF THE BOTTLB. 

Y^ mortals whom trouble and forr.iw attend, 
Whofe life it » ferirs of pain wirhont end^ 
Forever depriv*d of hope's all-chearing ray, 
Ne'er know what it i.« to bf happy a day; 
Obey the glad fummoM, the bar beil invites. 
Drink deep, and 1 warrant itfets you to righta. 

When poverty enters, an unwelcome coefl, 
By hard-hearud dui.a too c •ntinuaily prcll, 
When brata begin crying and iquallinK ^' braady 
A«*d> wifc'a never tilent till faft in her bedj 
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Did Nep»une*8 fait element run with frefh wine, 
'rho'all Europe's powers together combine. 
Our b;ave Britilh fuilors need ne*er cate a jot, 
Surrounded by plenty of fucK rare i^rapc-fhot* 
Obey the gUd fummons, &c. 

Was each dall, pedantical^ text^fpinning vicar, 
To leave off dry preaching, and ftick to hii li- 
quor, 
O how wouid he wiih for that power dWine, 
Tochange,when he would,fimpie water to wine! 
Obsy the glad fummons, Sec. 

If wineytben, can miracles work,fuch as thefe. 
And givr to the troubPd mind comfort and e«fr, 
Dcfpair not, that bielTing in Bacchus youMl find, 
"Who fliowe- • his gifts for the gooo of mankind. 
Obey the glad fummons, the bar bell invites ; 
Diink deep, and 1 warrant ic feti you to rights. 



SONG 316. 

A GLAil or GOOD WIN£. 

J^ Y merry companions, fo jovial lod fett, 

You know Tm a poet, then liften to me, 
Jnfpirc my mufe, jolty Bacchus divinri 
1*11 chant in the praife of a glaft of good wine. 

The female whofe flattering looking-glafs tells 
liow much all the reft of her fex Ihe excels. 
In vain from it's aid may attempt to outihinej 
More charms (he*d receive from • glaf| of good 
wine. 

The ihort-fighted fpark with perfpefKve ap- 

ply'd, ^ 
In potting the fair to the bluik takes a pride ; 
Civto'eTy bold intruder, your cruel defign. 
Greater beauties you'll find in a glafs of good 

wine. 

Old bald-pated time, who good company fpoils. 
When pleafure is reigning and good-humour 

fmilesy 
With us round the bowl would moft chearfully 

join, 
Was his hour.glafs chang*d to a glafs of good 

wine* 

If,then,ruch perfe£bions the grape docs produce. 
Ye powers above, fend enough for our ufe ; 
Your bounty to prove drain the fea of it*s brine. 
And let it again ebb and flow with good wine. 



SONG 3*7. 

ACHILLES AMD PATtOCLVS. 

A CANTATA, 

RlCITATXVl. 

'^H E N ftern Achilles left the Grecian band, 
And orders gave to feek his native land } 
Toft as the naval fleet prepar'd to go» 
Patroclus ftrove Achilles* grief to know. 
Whence comes that figh—— >why heaves thy 

manly breaft, 
VbMt6€ikd wridivaa robi my /riCA^ of nft > 



Divine Achilles, let Patroclus know, 
For friends (hould always ih«re in prival 
Enough, Achilles faid^^moft nobie yo 
From thee, alas ! who can conceal ih 

Air. 

Know then, my friend, ungrateful 

This day demand* my Brifeis f 

And I, aUs ! no more (hall ceafe 

To be immers'o in rndlefs care 

But mark, ye gods, ihouldHedtorcarr age 

Vnmov*d Achilles will fmile o er the c 

Recitative. 

Patroclus heard, while tears half dn 

eyes ? 
And could you fee your country ble 

cries y 
Could you, relentlefs to the prayer of 
See Hester tiiumph in the Grecian's f 
Behold ! they fl/— to parly is difgrace j 
Lend me your armour, I'll the danger 
Hector himfelf will be alarm'd with fe 
When in the front thy blazing creft ap 
Achilles like> I'll fee my country freei 
Or bravely in the glorious combat blee 

Air. 

Omnipotent Jove, 
And ye powers above, 

From danger great Achilles fliiel4| 
While J, undifmay'd. 
In his armour array'd. 

Seek peril and death in the field. 
Adieu then, my friend, 
I'll drive to defend 

Thofe princes Achilles did (hield 2 
Oh! may I, likcytju. 
Great Hector fubdur, 

Or breathlefs be ftretch'd in the fi 

Recitative. 

Alternate griefs Achilhk* bofom rend, 
He fcirce can fay, Farewel, adieu, my 
Patroclus clad in godlike armour brigh 
Each Trujan trembles at the boding fij 
The fight began ; but oh ! the facfs < 
Parroclus for ungrateful Gieece /hould 
He fell -yet ere an herald could dii'cj 
What caufe Achilles had for inward w 
The godlike warrior the fad tidings gu 
And thus the anguifli of his foul expre 

Air. 

My friend, I conceive, by the afpe^ yc 

Your mefifage my peace may deftrny 
But Achilles is prooJF againft forrow ai 

And never again will know joy. 
If Patroclus is dead, oil 1 ye powers d 

The hand that depriv'd him of brea 
Let it feel, in return, the vengeance c 

And death be aton'd for in death. 

Once more, in the field, croel Hedlori 
Achilles his valour will try ; 

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TKen fruity potenf Jove, fince Patroclui 11 flaio, 
This arm may the wretches btood fpill ; 

When revenge is eompleat, on yon koftile piain> 
Do with me, great Jove, what you will. 



S O N O 328. 

Sung in Lovt in a yOit^i, 

QENTLE youth, ah! tell me wby^ 

Still you force me thus to fly. 
Geafe, oh ! ceafe to perfevere ; 
Speak not what I muft not hear: 
To my heart it*i eafe reflore; 
O09 and never fee me more. 



SONG 329. 

THB XAPPT SBXfHXKP} A PASTOftAt. 

Written by Mr. Hawkins. 

HOW hapnr a Ihtpliefd am I» 

With liiiuray the pride of my heart ! 
I'll ntter mort laflg uift nor figb. 

For kiiowy Ae has cur*d all my fmnt: 
She vows that flie will be my wife^ 

By all that Is honeft and fairj 
Then 1*11 be her haiband for llfey 

And never know forrow nor care. 

Brother fliepherds, who roil on the plain^ 

By me take example, I pray ; 
Throw off all your trouble and pain. 

And ever be chcarful and gay. 
Then, nymphs, who are modeft and Ay, 

For once bear young Damon*s advicej 
The reafon I tell you for why, 

As happy you*U be in a trice. 

Give eath of your hands to yoor Twain, 

Then drive away fadion and ftrlfe; 
Bid adieu to all anguifh and pain, 

And be happy the reft of your life. 
Such is Damon*s advice, my kind fair, 

Then take it moft freely, I pray) 
So fly from all forrow and care, 

Heoceforward be merry and gay. 



SONG 330. 
wixs Ann MUSIC! a cantata. 

RXCITATIVX. 

AS I fat joyottff in a pleafant room, 

Where none but choiceft fpirits ever comci 
A fong was talFI j filence aloud proclaim. 
For mirth and joy was ev*ry hum*tift*s aim s 
Vf Aarte « ganiiis, and he thus begun. 
Hoping to pleafe each focial fon ; 
To wine and mufic he addrefs*d his fong, 
]« wordi Ilka thafe^ or thefe, he fung s 

Alt. 

O bring me mafic, bring me wint^ 

Go fill the fprightiv bowl : 
'Jll only wina and muuc can 

{Itlicvt ifag wanM fmdf 



Apollo, tune thy trembling lyre | 
Great Bacchus, foiind thy tun; 

And while thou doft the chorus fill. 
Our joy* can ne*er be done. 

Then take the cup and fill it high. 

Such joys to us belong j 
Then let us all with chearful hearts 

invoke the god of fong. 
Come, god of mirth and revelry. 

Come bring thy merry round, 
And ihew the cynic fool, that he 

Such joys has never found. 

Sacred to mirth, this fpot, my friends, - 

Ye fucial fons decree $ 
Let us, then, confecrate this night 

To wit and jollity s 
Come let the cup with wine o*erflowi 

The bottle puih about j 
Come fill, my brother bloods around. 

The ftarry liquor out. 



SONG 33X. 

SHEPHERD, would*ft thou here ohtala 

Pleafure unaliay*d with pain, 
Joy that fuitfl the rural fphere, 
Gentle fliepherd, lend an ear : 

Artlefs deed, and fimple drefs, 

Mark the chofen (hepherdefs. 

Lrarn to reli(h calm delight, 
Verdaac vales, and fountains bright^ 
Trees that nod on floping hills, 
Caves that echo, tinkMing rills. 
Artlefs deed, Uc. 

If thou canft no charm difclofe 
fn the fitnplell bud that blows. 
Go, forfake thy plain and fold. 
Join the crowd, and toil for gold. 
Artlefs deed, &c. 

Tranquil pleafures never cloy ) 
Baniih each tumultuous joy j 
All but love«*for love iofpiret 
Fonder wi(hes, warmer fires. 
Artlefs deed, &c. 

Love, and all it's joys, be thine | 
Yet, ere thou the reins refign. 
Hear what reafon fcems to fay^ 
Hear attentive, and obey. 
Artlefs deed. Sec, 

Crimfon leaves the rofe adorn. 
But beneath them lurks the thorn} 
F«ir and flow*ry is the brake. 
Yet it hides the vengeful fnake. 
Artlefs deed, &c. 

Think not (he, whofe empty pridt 
Dares the fleecy garb deride) 
Think not ihe, who, light and vain^ 
Scorns the flieep^can love, the fwain* 
Artlefs deed, &c. 

Let not lucre, let net yt\At^ 

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Havt not thofe their proper fphere ? 
Gentler paflions triumph here. 
ArilylV deed, Sec. 

Sec, to fwret-en thy repofc. 
The bloflbjTi buds, the fountain fiowt, 
Lo, to crown thy hrilihful board^ 
All that tpillc and fruits afford. 
Artlefs deed, &c. 

Seek no more— the rcft's in ▼ain { 
pleafure, ending foon in pain; 
Anguifh, lightly gilded o>r; 
Clofc thy wi/h, and feck no* more. 
Aftlcfs deed, &c. 



SONG 33». 

y^S ^ev*d Britannia ejr^d the roainy 

Deploring there her loft comtaand, 
(Her trade deflyoy^d, her children flain) 

And wee wiih briny teari the fand ; 
The world^s. recorderj.jrime, appears. 
And thus the drooping matron cheari. 

Why, Alb]on*s genius, this difmay, 

Xhefe trickling tears, this vifige rod4en ? 

Where are your fmiles to hail the day, 
That WiAiam ftv'd thee at CuUoden t 

Pirpel thy fears, and with thy fmiles 

jEnliven this tUeft queea of iil^. 

When William fought, and Charles gare way, 
Is this the day ? fhe rofe and fald. 

Is this tjse happy, glorious day. 

When freedom triumphed, flav*ry fled ? 

Oh! be this day for ever bleft. 

Which gafe to frighted Albion reft. 

As when feme raviAer alone 
* Has caught a fair Incautious maid. 
Intent bis beaftly will to crown ; 
- She cries for, but defpairs of ai4 : 
When ftrail the much-lov*d youth'appeari, 
The ravage kUls, and ends her fears. 

I«ike her, by iharles and flav*ry caaght^ 

I cry*d for aid and liberty i 
William, like him, arofe and fought. 

And fet his beft lovM miftrefs nee. 
Tot this, may ftill the hero's name 
(e fortmcf^ in the lifts of fame. 

Would ill, like him, my caufe maintain, 
Makiflg my weal their chlefeft care, ' 

Soon ihould they humble Finance and Spain, 
And Ifcurope learn again to fear : ' 

Britain her Empire then ihould fee 

^odurlo^ mi|bt^ Time, with thee. 



SONG 333. 

Sung at Rahxlagh. 

^M, Dfrnon, beKere not fwr Jenny's untrue, 
Nor' think that ihc*$ ftlfe and incbaftant 
tf yoof 
T^'^ron row'rljjgmountofitMfAailrtmowt^ \ 
fre, VMg^a, jrou doubt ofth^ truth 9fmy to? c^ I 



Yon clear chryftal tlream (hall the mountaioi 

overflow. 
And on the hard rock (he pale prlmrofe (hall 

blow ) 
fn queft of the lion the lambkin fhall range. 
Ere Jenny's iix'd paliion £hail leffen or change. 

Upon the fmooth green, when the (hepherds 

advance, 
To hail May's return, with the tabor »nd 

dance, 
If Damon is abfent, I quit the glad throng. 
And join my complaints to the nightingale's 

fong. 

The pain which I fuffer my flock feems to know. 
And frolick and play as to Icflen my woe j 
I cry, Ceafe, dear lambkins, your f porting and 

You cannot di:Iight while my Damon's away. 

No toilftialldifcaqiifort while Damon's in fight, 
Thefun*s piercing rays can in fummer delight; 
And winter's Made tcmpefts ihall ftili find me 

' gar> 

For, bleft with my ihepherd, each month will 
he May. 



SONG 334. 

A CANTATA. 

Sung at Ranelagh. 

RiCITATIVS. 

^L^ in her fair fequefter^d cell. 

Where happinefs was wont to dwell. 
Contentment faie, with down-caft look j 
And cbefe, or words like thefe, ftie fpoke: 
Genius of Albion ! wake thy queen, 
Lo, Gallia clouds the peaceful fcene ! 
Bid he^ arife, her wrongs tb fee, 
Protedl hetfelf, and cherilh me, 

Britann>a> alarm'd at Contentment^s requei^, 
In a vdice that confefs*d her, her people a^dreftt 

All. 

Caft the olive wreathe ofF! arm, yt Britons, 

advance ! 
Sound the trump! beat the drum!— point your 

thunder at France * 
B)r ^^ance convince 'em their e^or^s ar^vain, 
For that George, King of England, is king of 

the mains ' 
And that great, like your fathers, thofe heroes 

of old. 
As you're bora to be free, youVe the fenfe to 

be bold. 



SONG 335. 

"y^ HEN hope was quite funk In defpair> 

My heart it wu going to break, 
My life appeared worthlefs my care, 
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With one his dctr image /hall ftaj , 
And my foUl keep him ever in fight. 

111th patience 1*11 wait the long year. 

And ftudy thr gentleft charms, 
Hope tiaae away till thou appear. 

To lock thee for ay in my arms. 
WhilA thou wai a ihepherd I pris'd 

No higher degree in this life, 
Bttt DOW 1*11 endeavour to rife 

To a height tfaat*s becoming a wife. 

For beauty, that*i only fkin deep, 
Muft /ude like the gowans in May^ 

But inwardly rooted will keep 
For ever without a decay. 

Kor age nor the changes of life 
Can quench the fair fire of love> 

If virtue's ingrained in the wife, 
And the huiband have fenfe to approve. 



SONG 336. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

T Have rmblcdi I own it, whole years up and 

down. 
And figh*d o*cr each beautiful nymph of the 

town J 
Such fancies have plafu*d me, that oft in my 

life 
I*ve been ready to ftart at the name of a wife.. 

But aiham*d of my fears that have oft broke 

my reft. 
And wearied with roving, both clojM and 

onbleft i 
111 try to be happy the reft of my life, 
And venture, tho* late, yet at laft, on a wife. 

Then farewel the jilt, and the fool, and the 

bold, 
I quit you with pleafure before I grow old ; 
One girl of my heart 1 will take to for life^ 
And enough, of all confcicnce, I hold, is one 

wife. 

V\\ fearch the town oter this fair-one to find, 
Kor fickle, nor jealous, nor vain, nor unkind ; 
Whofe wit and good-humour may hold out 

for life $ 
And then, if flie*ll have me, 1*11 make her my 

wift. 

*Tit time that the follies of life had an end. 
And foon, nay, this inftant, I*m ready to mend ; 
What wonder there*ll be at fo altered a life ! 
If you*ra wife, you, like me, will refolve on a 
wife. 



SONG 337. 

Sung at VAVXMALLk 

%J1CHT, to lowers joy B a friend, 
SwiftJx th/ amituice lend f 
toek up enwiou$, feehg day, 
9tfs^ cAr wUHng youth nmay^ 



Hafte, and fpre-j tho tedious hour> 
To the (ccff t happy bow r ; 
Then, my heart, tor blifs prepare, 
Th>rfis furciy will be there. 

Ser the hateful day is gone, 
Welcome evening now comes on; 
Soon to meet my dear I flv. 
None but love {ball then be by ; 
None ihall dare to venture near. 
To tell the plighted vows thry hear; 
Parting rhcnce \till be the pain. 
But we'll part to meet again. 

Don*t you feel a pleafmg fmart. 
Gently fteai>ng to your heart? 
Fondly hope, and fondly figh ? 
For, my fhepherd, ofc do I j 
Wiih in Hymen's bands to join» 
V\\ be your's, and you be mine? 
Tell me, Thyrfis, tell me thisj 
Tell me, then, and tell mi yes; 

Farewel, loitVing idle day! 
To my dear 1 hie awayj 
On the wings of love I gO^ 
He the ready way will /how: 
Peace, my breaft, nor danger fdar. 
Love and Thyrfis both are near ; 
'Tis the youth ! Tm fore 'tis he! 
Night, how much I owe to theel 



SONG 33S. 

g E A U T ECUS nymph, approve the flame 

Thy merit rais'd within my breaft. 
Let ev^ry tender thought proclaim 

Mow much I love, and how diftrefsM: 
Since words themfelves want energy to prove 
What Damon fyfters by capricious love. 

Supprefs not, then, the pleafing thought. 
Which thy foft nature i;nuft advance^ 

Nor blufh if in the conteft caa§ht, 
The pureft minds have fell by chance \ 

Then deign, Belinda, generous and kind. 

To fmile compliance on the humble mind* 



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FRIENDSHIP AXO WINt. 

Sung at Vauxhalj.. 

LET the grave, and the gay. 
Enjoy life how they may. 

My pleafures their pleafures furpafs; 
Go the vrorld well or ill, 
*Tis the fame with me ftill. 

If I have but my frieOd and my glafs. 

The lover may figh, '' 

The courtier may lye. 
And Crcefus his treafure amafsj 

All the joys are but vain. 

That arc blended vnaK ^^vtv\ 
So I'W lUnd \>^ ttv^ (ntxv^ ^tl^ ick<^ ^^^^Sv 

And cteaLiei nc^ dt^vTW, 
And oft N»m* T\\t \ovti Va*\%V%^ 
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Or his coorage prepares 
' To difdain the nymph's airs ; 
So ril ftand by my friend and my glafs. 

The earth fucks the rain, 

The fun draws the main, 
With the earth we are all in a dafs; 

Then enliven the clay. 

Let at live while we may, 
And ni ftand by my friend and my gUfii. 

*Tis friendfliip and wine. 

Only, life can refine: 
We care not whatever comes to pafs 

With courtieri« or great men, 

There*s none of ns ftatefmen : 
Come, here*ft to our friend androvr glt&. 



SONG 340. 

Sung at V^ivxHALL. 

AS I went to the wake that ia held 00 the 

green, 
I met with young Phebe, as blithe ai a queen $ 
A form 16 divine might an anchoret move, 
And I found (tbo* a clown) I wat fmitteo with 
love: I 

So I aik*d for a kifs, but ihe, btuibing, reply*d, ' 
Indeed, gentle (hepherd, you muft be deny*d. 

Lovely Phebe, I cry^d, don*t aflTeft to be fliy, 
I vov» I will kifi you<— here^s nobody by; 
^o matter for that, ihe reply*d, *tis the fame 3 ; 
Fdr know, filly fliepherd, I value my fame : 
So pray let me go, 1 (hall furely be mifs*d$ 
Befides, Vm refolv*d that I will not be kifs*d. 

Lord blefs me! I cry*d, Vm furpris*d yon re- 

fofe; 
A few harmlefs kiflei but ferve to atnofe s 
The month it is May, and the feafon for love. 
So come my dear girl, to the wake let us rove. 
No, Damon, fhe cry^d, I muft firft be your wife. 
You then ihall be welcome Co kift me for life.' 

Well, come then> I cry'd, to the church let 

us go. 
But after dear Phebe muft never fay no. 
Po you prove but true, (ihe reply*d} you fhall 

find 
. 1*11 ever be oonftant, good-homourM and kind. 
So I kifs when I pleafe, for ihe nc*er fayi ihe 

won't. 
And I kifs her fo much, that I wonder ihe don*t. 



SONG 341. 

THB MODBST ^DXSTfOM* 

^ AN love be controord by advice, 

Can madnefs and reafbn agree ? 
O Molly t who*d ever be wife, 
Ifmadmtf§ h lowing of thee ? 
Lee fagt9 pntend to deihife 
TbejofB they want fymtz to Ufte ; 
Let me ^Ue old time t he mt§, 
-*^ thg tltMagg ofUfe whilt they ML 



Dull wifdom but adds to our cares; 

Briik love will improve ev'ry joy ; 
Too foon we may meet with grey hairs. 

Too late may repent being coy : 
Then, Molly, for whatfliould we ftay 

Till our beft blood begins to run cold f 
Our youth we can have but to-day; 

We may always find time to grow old. 

SONG 342. 
Sung in Midas » 

LOVELY nymph a(f«age my anguiih, 
At your ftrt a tender fwain 

Prays you will not let him languiih ; 
One kind look wou'd eafe his pain. 

Did you know the lid that courts 

You, he not long need fue in vain ; 

Prince of fong, of dance, of fports. 

You fcarce will meet his like again. 



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343- 



Sting in the Htid oftht Mill. 

'^HEN you meet a tender creature. 
Neat in limb, and fair In feature. 
Full of kindnefs and good-nature ^ 

Prove as kind again to fhe. 
Happy mortal 1 to ^(Tefs her, 
In your bofom warm and prefs her, 
Morning, noon, and night, carefs her. 

And be fond at fond can be. 

Bot if one yon meet that*s froward 9 
Saucy, jilting, and untoward, 
Should you a^ the whining coward, 

*Tii to mend her ne*er the whit. 
Nothing's tough enough to bind her \ 
Then agog when once you find her. 
Let her go, and never mind her) 

Heart alive, you're fairly quit. 

S O N G 344. 
Sung at Sadlee's Wclls. 

J^Y dog and my miftrefs are both of a kin4» 
As fickle as fancy, i neon ft ant as wind j 

My dog follows evVy ftrangc heel in the ftreets. 

And my miibefs as fond of each fellow ihe 
meets \ 

Yetj in fpite of her arts. Tit not make the leaft 
ttnftt 

Bnt be cherrjy and merry, and happy thro* life. 

Go Mifs where (be will, and whenever (be 

plea(e, 
Her conduit ihall ne*er my pbilofophy Uase; 
Her fireedonr iball never embitter my glee. 
One woman*! the fiune as another to me. 
So, in fpite of her airs. Til not make the leaft 

ftrife, 
Bnt ^e cWtTn« and mttr^^ and happy thro* life* 

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At worft of mj love-fits no pbyfic I aflc« 

But that which it found in the bowl or the 

flaflc. 
For go things Jbow they will, IHl not make the 

« lead ftrife, 
Bot be chtrryy and merry, and happy thro* life. 

The girl that behaves with good-humour and 
feafe, 

Sball ftjll to my heart have the warmeft pre- 
tence; 

And for thofe who would jilt me, deceive, and 
betray. 

In honefter bumpers 1*11 wafii them away. 

*Tis my final refolve, not to make the leaft ftrife, 

Bot be chcny, and merry, and happy thro* life. 



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Song in Thmiss and Smilf, 

'P H E May-day of life Is for pleafurc , 

For finding, for dancing, and (how ; 
Then why will you wade fu^h a treafore. 
In fighing, and crying— Heigho ! 

Let*s copy the bird in the meadows. 
By her's tune your pipe when 'tis low; 

Fly round, and coquette it as fhe does. 
And never fit crying-^Heigho ! 

Tbougb, when in the arms of a lover, 
It fometimes may happen, I know» 

That, ere all our toying is over. 
We cannot help crying— >Heigho ! 

In age cv*ry one a new part takes \ 

I find to my for row *tis fo : 
When old, you may cry till your heart aches, 

And no one will mind you— Heigho ! 



SONG 346. 

A9V1CE TO TMl rAIK-SIX. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

pORGIVE, ye fair, nor take it wrong. 

If ^ttgllK too much I do; 
Pemalt me, while I give my fong, 
' To give .a lefian too : 
itct modefty, that heav*n-bom maid» 

Your words and adUona gr^ce; 
*Tis this, and only this, can add 
New luftre to your face. 

*Tls chit which paints the virgin chcckt 

Beyond the pow'r of art; 
And ef*ry real blufh befpeaks ' 

The goodoefs of thel^eart. 
This index of the virtuous mind 

Yonr lovers will adore ; 
*Tit this will leave a charm behind, 

When bloom can charm no more* 

Infpir*d by thif , to Idle men 
With nice rdferve behave; 
And Uarn, bjr diiUace, to mainUm 
Th9 pow'r yonr bemotjr gave f 
Fortbh, wb9B bentity mo/f decay, 
Yow empire wtii prote^ § 



The wanton pleafes for a dj^. 
But ne*cr creates refpefl. 

With this their filly jefts reprov^e. 

When coxcombs dare intrude; 
Nor think the man is worth your. Ipve, 

Wi«o ventures to be rude: 
Your charms, when cheap, will ever pf^Uf 

They fully with a touch ; 
And, tho* we mean to grant not atl| 

We often grant too much. 

But patient let each virtuous fair 

Expe^ the geuVous youth. 
Whom heav*n has doom'J her heart to.iliare» 

And blefs*d with love and trut^ 
For him alpne preferve her hand. 

And wait the happy day, 
When he with juftice can comound. 

And (he with joy obey. 



SONG 347. 

J AN T HE the lovely, the joy of the plaint 
By Iphis was lov*d, and lov*d Iphis again; 
She liv*d in the youth, and the youth in the 

fair ; 
Their pieafure was equsl, and e^ual their cart} 
No time nor enjoyment their dotage withdrew^ 
But the longer they liv*d ftill the fonder they 
grew. 

A paflion fo happy a1arm*d all the plaint 
Some eovy*d the nymph ; but more envy^d the 

fwaint 
Some fwore *twoaM be pity their loves to in* 

vade; 
That the lovers alone for each other were made s 
But all, all confented that none ever knew 
A nymph yet fo kind, or a Ihepherd fo trne* 

Love faw them vrith pleafurc, and Tow*d to 

take care 
Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent pain 
What either did want he bid either to move; 
But they wanted nothing but ever to love t 
Said *twafi all that to pieafe them his god-head 

cou*d do. 
That they ftill might he kinci, and ftill might 

be uue. 



SONG 348. 

DAMON AND VMItLIS* 

Damon. 

W^HEN PhiUIs was faithful, anJ foftd at 

flic*s fair. 
With a chaplct of rofcs I braided my hair; 
But the willow, fad Ihepherd, muft ftiadpw thy 

brow, 
For Phil lis no lon^r rememheia het vow« 
To the g.ioiti)Vv\\iiQtAC^ti\tK<^^^^x^^\ 

WhUe Damotk 4\«lut\»% >OJkft K\\\ V^<«^ Htyi^wX 
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Phillis. 

Bethink thee, falfe Damon, before you upbraid. 
When Phebe*t fair lambkins had yefterday 

ftrayM, 
Thro* the woodlands you wander'd»poor Phillis 

forgot, 
And drove che^gay ramblers <piite home to her 

cot; 
But a Twain fo dkceitful no damfel can prize, 
*Tif Phebe, not Phillis, lays claita to your 

fighs. 

Damon. 

Like fummtr!f gay feafon young Phebe wai 

kind, 
And her manners were graceful^ untainted her 

mind ; 
Though the fweets of contentment her cottage 

adorn, 
Tho* ike*! frefli as the rofe-bud, and fair as 

the morn, 
Tho* (he fmiles like Pomona— >thofe fmiles Td 

refigfi* 
Would PhUlis be faithful, and deign to be mine. 

Phillis. 
Oshit pipe though blithe Colin fo prettily 

Though he fings fuch fweet fonnets, and writes 

in fliy praife, 
Tho* he chofe me his true-love laft Valentine^t 

When birds fat like bridegrooms all pair'd on 

the fpray, 
I conld drive the gay ihepherd far far from my 

mind, 
If Damoiiy the rover, were conftant and kind. 

Damon. 

Fine folks, my dear Phillis, may revel and range, 
But how fleeting the pleafnre that*s fotfnded 

OB change ! 
The villager^B cottage fuch happinefs brings, 
That peafante with pity may look upon kinp: 

Phillis. 

To the church then let's haften,our tranfports 

to bind. 
And Phillis will always prove conftant aodkind. 

Damon. 

To the church then let's haften, our tranfports 

to bind. 
And Damon will always prove conftant and kind. 



S O N O 349. 

Q Lovely maid I how dear thy pow*r ! 

At once I lore, at once adore ; 
With wonder arc my thoughts pofTeft* 
H^//e dafteBhwe intpint my breaft : 
TbiM teader look, thele eyes of mine, 
Cfea^/J tJkelr mm 'rout mafter thine; 
^^ ?*' ""''* 5£ri.;»Ai>n*# pa/^on p/ay, 
^iraitsk, wc fore, ;md thea btttiy. 



Yes, charming vi£lor, I am thine J 
Poor as it is, this heart of mine 
Was never in another's powV, 
Was never picrc'd by love before: 
In thee Tvc treafur'd up my joy ; 
ThOu can'ft give blifs, or biifs deftroy i 
And thus I've bound myfeJf to love. 
While blifs or roifery can move. 

Oh I diou*d I ncVr pofTefs thy charmSy 
Ne'er meet my comfort in thy arms \ 
Were hopes of dear enjoyment gone. 
Still wou'd I love, love thee alone ; 
But, like fome difconted (hade. 
That wanders where it*8 body's laid. 
Mournful I'd roanf with hollow glare^ 
For ever eaii'd from my fair* 



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350. 



'P H E bounds are all out^ and the morning 
does deep; 
MThy, how now, you fluggardly fot ! 
How can you, how can you lie fnoring afleep. 
While we all on horfeback are got. 

My brave boys? 

I cxnnot get up, for the over-night's cup 

So terribly lies in my head ; 
Befides, my wife cries. My dear, do not rife. 

But cuddle me longer in bed, 

My dear boy. 

Come, on with jour boots, and faddle your 
mare, 
Nor tire us with longer delay ; 
The cry of the hounds, and the fight of the 
hare, 
Will chace all dull vapours away, 

Aly brave boys. 



SONG 351. 

Sung in Lethe, 

Y S mortals, whom fancies and troubles per- 

plcjc. 
Whom fdly mifguides. and infirmities vexj 
Whofe lives hardly know what it is to be hle(^; 
Who rife without joy, and lie down without 
reft; 
Obey the glad fummons, to Lethe repair, 
Drink deep of the ftream, and forget all your 
care. 

Old maids ftiall forget what they wifh for in 

▼ain, 
And young ones the rover they cannot regain ; 
The rake (hall forget how Jaft night he wis 

doy'd, 
And Chloe again be with paftion enjoy'd : 
Obey then the fummons, to Lethe repair^ 
And drink an oblivion to trouble and caie* 

The wUe at one Atvx^Yit m«^ ^«k\^\. iXW^tx 

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Tht troybleJ in mind fliall go chearfol away, 
And ycfterday*s wretch be quite happy to to- 
day. 
Obry then the fummons, ^o Lethe repair, 
Drii;k deep of the ftream, and forget all 
your care. 



SONG 35%. 

J^USIC has pow*r to melt the fool^ 

By beauty nature *t fway'd; 
£ach can the univerfe controul. 
Without the other's aid. 

But here together both appear, 
' And force united try; 
Mufic enchants the lift*ning ear^ 
And beauty charms the eys. 

What cruelty tl^efe powers to join! 

Thefe tranfpor^^ who can be^r? 
Oh ! let the found be lefs divine, 

Qr look the nymph lefs fair ! . 



SONG 353. 
. pROM mQrning till night, and wherever I 

YoQAg Colin purfues me, though ftill I fay no; 
Ye matrons eiperiencM, iqform me> I pray. 
In a point, that's (0 critical, what ^all 1 fay? 

Soft fonnets he maizes oq my beauty and wit, 
Such praifes a bofom that's tender muft hit; 
He vows that he'll love me for ever and aye: 
Jn a point, that's fo critical, what can I fay ? 

He brought me a garland, the fweetefte'erfeen, 
And, faluting me, call'd me his he»rt*s little 

queen; 
In my breaft, like a bird, I found fomjthing 

play; 
■ Inftrud a young virgin, then, what ihe muft fay. 

But vain my petition, you heed not my call, 
But leave me, unguarded, to ftand or to fall; 
No more Til folicit, no longer I'll pray; 
|iet prudence inform me in what I iball fay. 

When next he approaches, with care in his 

Jf he aiks me to wed, I vow Til comply; 
Ac church he may take me for ever and aye. 
And, 1 warrant you, then I ihali know what 
to fay. 



SONG 354, 

fKK XIl*BICATIONt 

3ung at Vauxhall. 

fpHF^wfcked wits, as fancy hits, 

* ' AW hfynxe the hhi 
laMofe Mnd rhyme, and AriiBt fabllffle* 
' '*^T/btycr they declvc '9 



The kind are bold, the chafte are cold; 

Thefe prudifh, thofe too free: 
Ye curious n^en, come tell us, then. 

What fhouid a woman be ? 

But hard's the talk, and vain to aik. 

Where optics arc untrue; 
The mufs ihall here tli' indified cletr. 

And prove the crimes on you: \ 
The rake is doy'd, when /he's enjoyM 

On whom his wifh wa3 plac'd; 
The fool, dcny'd, affefts the pride» 

And rails, to be in tafte. 

But, not like thefe, the men of blift 

Their fure criterion fix: 
No; wifdom cries. My fous, arifCf 

And vindicate the fex: 
*Tis theirs ro prove thofe fweets of tovir 

Which others never (hare; 
And evidence, that none have fenfe 

But who adore the fair. 

Ye blooming race, with ev*ry grace 

Celeftially impreft, 
*Tis yours to quell the cares that dweU 

Within the human breaftf 
At beauty's voice our fouls rejoice. 

And rapture wakes to birth ; 
And Jove defign'd th' enchanting kind 

To form a|i Heav'n on earth. 

Oh ! ev'ry art, to win the heart. 

Ye dear infpirers try ; 
Each native charm with fafhion arm. 

And let love's lightning'fly : 
And hencr, ye grave, your counfels fave^ 

Which youth but fets at nought ^ 
For woman ftill will have her will^ 

And-fo 1 think ihe ought. 



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SONG 355. 

^ p W the hill-tops are burni(b*d with watt 

and gold, 
And the profpeA around us moft bright to be* 

hold; 
The hounds are all trying the mazes to traee. 
The fteeds are al| neighing, and pant for tfie 

chace. •• • 

Then roufe, each true fportfman, and join^ at 

the dawn. 
The foog of the hunters, and ibund of thehora* 

Health braces the nerves, and gives joy to the 

face, 
Whilft over the heath we purfue the fleet chace; 
See the downs now we leave, and the covertf 

appear, , 

At eager we follow the fox or the h^9» 

Then roufe, Ac* 

Wherever we go, pleafure waits on ns ftill. 
If we fink in the valley, or rife on the hill) 
O'er htd|,t« «n^ nNtn Hit'^\K\4Tv>\^ ^^^ 
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From ages long ptfti by the poets we*re told, 
That hunting was lov'd by the fages of old ; 
That the foldier and huntfraan were both on 

a par, 
And the hemlth-giTing chace made them bold 

in the war. 
Then roufe, &c. 

When the chace is onte oter, away to the 

bowl, 
The foll-flowinf bumpers Aall ckear up tne 

foal; 
Whilftjjocond, our fongs fltall with chorufles 

ring. 
And toafts to our lafTes, our country, alid king. 

Then roufe, ice. 



SONG 356. 

THK COUNTKY WEDDING. 
Sung BtRANZLACN. 

^y^ELL met, pretty nymph, faya » jolly 
young fwain, 
. To a bieautiful ibepherdefs, croffing the plain j 
Why fo much in hafte? (now the month it was 

May) 
Shtll I Tenture to kfk you» fair maiden, which 

way? 
Then ftraight to this queftion the nymph did 

reply, 
With a fmile on her look, and a leer in her eye, 
I came frdta the village, and homeward 1 go; 
And now, gentle ihepherd, pray why wou'd yon 

kn6w? 

I hope, pretty maid, you won*t take it amiCi, 
If I tell you the reafon of aiklng you this ; 
I wou*d fee you fafe home, (now the fwain was 

in love) 
Of fuch. a companion if you wou*d approve* 
Your offer, kind (hepherd, is civil, 1 own; 
But I fee 00 great danger in going alone : 
Nor yet can I hinder j the road being free 
For one u another, for you ot for me. 

No danger in going alone, it is true; . 
But yet a companion is pleaAinter too; 
And if you couM like (now the fwaio he took 

heart) 
Soch a fweetheart as me, why wen ever wou*^ 

part: 
ph! that's t long word, faid the 0iepherde(i 

then J 
Vn often heard fay, there*! 00 minding yoi 

men ; 
You*!! fay aad nnfay, and you'll flatter, *tis tru 
Then leave a young maideo the ^rh thi; 

yott do. 

Oh f judge not fo harihiy, the (hepherd reply*d, 

Toprore wbsLtlfiy, J will make you my bridei 

Tc-morrow the ptrfon Cwe// faid HttJe fwain) 

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Then what the nymph anfwer'd to this is not 

faid; 
6ut the very next mor)i to be fu re they were wed : 
Sing hey diddle, ho diddle, hey diddle down, 
O when ihall we fee fuch a wedding in town ? 



SONG 357. 

Sung in the JubiUe, 

QEHOLD this fair goblet, 'twas carv'd from 

the tree. 
Which, oh ! my fweet Shake fpeare, was planted 

by thee \ 
Asa lelick I Icifs it, and bow at thy ihrine ; 
What comes from thy hand muft be ever 
divine. 
All ihall yield to the mulberry -tree; 
Bend to thee 
Blefs*d miilberry ; 
Matchlefs was he 
, That planted thee. 
And thou, like him, immortal (halt be. 

Ye trees of the foreft, fo rampant and high. 
Who fpread round your branches, whofe heads 

fweep the iky ; 
Ye curious exotics, whom ufte hu brought 

here. 
To root out the natives at prices fo dear : 
All (hall yield, tcz. 

The oak is held royal, is Britain's great boaft, 
Preferv'd once our King, and will always our 

coaft : 
Of the (ir we make (hips : there are thoufands 

that fight, 
But one, only one, like our Shakefpeare can 

write. 
All (hall yield, &c. 

Let Venus delight in her gay myrtle bowers, 
Pomona in fruit-iiees, and Flora in flow'rs j 
The garden of Shakefpeare all fancies will fuit, 
With the fweeteft of flow'rs, and the faireft 
of fruit. 
All fliaU yield, ftc. 

With learning and knowledge the welUJetter'd 

birch 
Supplies law and phyfic, and grace for the 

church ; 
But law and the gofpel in Shakefpeare we (ind| 
He gives the beft phy(ic for body and mind. 

All (hall yield, &c. 

The fame of the patron gives fame to the tree ; 
"From hhn andiiit merits this takes it's degree 1 
Give Phcsbifa «nd Bacchus their laurel and 

vine. 
The tree of onr Shakefpeare if ftill more 
divine. 
All (hall yield, &c. 

Ai the genius of Shakefpeare ootfhines the 

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\ tree which he planted^ by making hib 

wn, 

;e laurel and bays, and the \Ine, all in one. 

(hall yield, <ec. 

each take a relic of this hollow tree, 
Tally and faihion a charm let it be ; 
S!l to the planter the cup to the brino, 
noor your country, do honour to him. 
ihall yield, &c. 



SONG 358. 

Sung in Cymon. 

ure mre the fprings of the fountain, 

I purely the river will flow, 

ciont the ftream from the mountain, 

K>ifortt the valley below : 

io of vice, or of virtue, poflfeft, 

The throne makes the nation, 

Thro* ev'ry gradation, 
3r wretched, or bleft. 



SONG 



359- 



■ APFT SHXPHIKDEtS; A ?A8T0KAL. 

Written by Mr. Hawxini. 

f CE Jockey of late it fo kind, 
fy poor panting heart is at reftj 
peace and contentment I find, 
> maiden fo happy and bleft : 
weetly my days pafs awny, 
ith joy I attend on my (hecp; 
though they ihould happen to ftray, 
1 never once offer to weep. 

blifs do I find from my f^rain, 
ir he is fo bonny and gay; 
Bcecs me each night on the plain, 
nd calls me the fiower of May. 
ook me lail week to the fair, 
Bd gave me a top-knot beftde; 
D kifsM me, and calPd me his care, 
ad vow*d 1 ikouid foon be his bride. 

n tell me, ye maidens, I pray, 

ow can I my Jockey deny, 

» chearfuDy fings through the day, 

nd charms me whenever he*s nigh? 

the banks of the fofc-fiowing Tweed, 

^hen ever we happen to meet, 

ieafingly plays on his reed, 

o ihepbcrd like Jockey fo fweet. 



SONG 360. 

^M£, Clio, come, and with thee bring 
The li(cle loves on downy wing I 
!C thee from the realms above j 
te, aad iet os fing of love. 

i lo! to join tbt Mtn^roui theme, 
Ighe ttippiog o'er the verdant clod, 
ft the JMughter-Jortag dame, 
tf tU mifcbitf-rndLUig god. 



And wtch them come the graces three, 
'\nd the maie «>f c^'mic plee, 
vv'hilr, bt tind, to clofc the rear. 
See Hymen, fanfcon-rob'd, appear^ 

Hail ! fair Venus, beauty's qUeen } 

All-lubduing Cupid, hail! 
Hade, and take thy arrows keen. 

And Chloe's fiiniy breaft afTail. 

For lo! of ev^ry charm pofTeft 
To captivate the feeling b^eift. 
Her youthful heart elate with pride. 
She dares thy matchlefs power deride* 

And while thy golden pointed dart 
Unnotic'd, unregarded fl'rs, 
She bends the mod obdurAte heart. 
And fcatters love from both her eyes. 

Then hafte and light thy tender fire. 
And all her foul with love infpire; 
Far off each ftubborn palllon drive : 
Yes, let her burn— but burn al-vc. 



SONG 361. 

Sung in Elfrida* 

p^AIL to thy living li^ht, 

Ambrbfial morn ! all hail thy rofeat myi 
That bids gay nature all her charmt difplay^ 
In varied beauty bright! 
Away, ye gobblins all! 
Wont the traveller to daunt, 
Whofe vagrant fee: have trac'd your haunt, 
Befide fome lonely wall ! 
A^ay, ye elves, away, 
Shrink at ambrofial morning's living ray* 



SONG 362. 

THE BUSH ABOON TKAQ^VAIB. 

J-JE AR me, ye nymphs, and ev*ry fwain^ 

ril tell how F'eggy grieves me, 
Tho' thus I languifli, thus complain, 

Alas' file ne'er believes me. 
My vows and fighs, like filent air, 

UnhceJcd, never move her; 
At the bo -.r.) bufh aboon Traqunir, 

*Twas there I (\x^ did love her. 

That day (he fmii'd, and made me glad> 

No maid feem'd ever kinoer j 
I thought myfelf the luckieft lad. 

So fweetly there to find h<!;r. 
I try'd to footh my am'rous fiame. 

In words thnt I thought tender; 
If mure theie paf^'d, I'm not tu blame> 

I meant not to offend her. 

Yet now ihe frornful flees the plainj 
The fields we then frequented; 

Ff e'er we meet Ihe fhews dileain. 
She looks a^ wt'tT 3LC,Q^\wXwx.t^, 

The bonny bu(h UooxrCd ii\t \tv"VR.v^^ 

It's fwCCVS VVi ^'J tetl\CTO\k«.\ 

But now \icr ftti vus mT^Ntt \^ ^CA.^> 
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Ye rural powers, who hear my fh^ns> 

Why thus fhould Peggy grieve me ? 
Oh ! make her partner in my pains> ' 

Then let her fmiles relieve me. 
If not, my love will turn defp^r^ 

My pa/fion no more tender, 
ril leave the bu(h aboon Traqoair, 

To lonely wilds Til wander. 



SONG 363. 

THE C0RD£LIKK. 

Written by Mr. P«io«« 

1^ H O hat e*er been at Paris mnft needs know 

the Gteve, 
The fatal retreat of th* unfortunate braTe, 
Where honour and juftice moft oddly contribute 
To eafe heroes pains by a halter and gibbet, 
Derry down^ down, hey derry down. 

There death breaks the (hackles which force 

had put on. 
And the hangman compleits what the judge 

but begun : 
There the fquire of the pad, and the knight of 

the pofty 
Find their pains no mort baulk*dy and their 

hopMEs no more croft. 
Derry down, Ac. 

Great claims are there made, and great fecrctt 

are known; 
And the king, and the law, and the thief has 

his own : 
But my hearers cry out. What a deuce doft 

thou ail ? 
Cvt off tkefe reflexions, and give us thy tale. 
Derry down, &c« 

*Twas there, then, in civil refped to harfh laws, 
And for want of falfe witnefs to back a bad. 

caufe, 
A Norman of late was obliged to appear, 
And who to aifift, but a grave cordelier. 
Derry down, &c* 

The fquire, whofe good grace was to open the 

fcene, 
Seem'd not in great hafte that the ihew fliould 

begin : 
Now fitted the halter, now trxvenM the cart, 
And often took leave, but was loth to depart. 
Derry down, &€. 

What frightens you thus, my good fon, fays 

the pried. 
You miirder*d, are forry, and have been con- 

feft? 
O, father! ay forrow will fcarce fave my bacon, 
For 'twas not that I murdered, but that 1 was 

taken^ 
Derr/down, &e, 

Poh r pr^ythee, ne'er trouble thy httA w'lth 



If the money you promised be brought to the 

ched, 
You have only to die, let the church do the reft. 
Derry down, &c. 

And what will folks fay, if they fee you afraid? 

It reflets upon me, as 1 knew not my trade : 

Courage, friend j to-day is your period of Tor- 
row, 

And things will go better, believe me, to- 
morrow. 
Derry down, &c. 

To-morrow! our hero reply 'd, in a fright; 
He that's hang*d before noon, ought to think 

of to-night. 
Tell your beads, quoth the prieft, and be fairly 

tuck*d up, 
For you furely to-n>ght ihall in paradife fup. 
Derry down, &c. 

Alas ! quoth the fquire, however fumptuous the 

treat, 
Parbleu ! I fhall have little ftomach to eat : 
I (hould therefore efteem it a fc<vour and grace. 
Would you be fo kind as to go in my place. 
Derry down, &c. 

That I wou*d, quoth the father, and thank 

you to boot, 
But our anions, you know, with our duty 

muft fuit : 
The feaft I propofe to you I cannot tafle. 
For this night by ourorderJs mark*d for a faft. 
Derry down, &c. 

Then turning about, to the hangman he faid, 
Difpatch me, I pr*ythee, this troublefome blade ; 
For thy cord, and my cord both equally tie, 
And we live by the gold for which other men 
die. 
Derry down, &c. 



SONG 364. 
Sung in the Rofe, 

"pHE nobleft heart, like pureftgold, 
Refifts impreiltons whilft *tis cold ; 

But melted down in love*8 bright flame. 
Soft and complying to the teft, 
It takes the image firft impreft. 
And bears it in the fairhfol breaft. 

Through circling years the fame. 



SONG 365. 

STIVIA TO ALEXIS. 

^LE XI S, how artlefs a lover ! 

How bafliful and fitly you grow ! 
In my eyes can you never difcover, 
I mean yes when I often fay No ? 

When you ^\n« %tv& y)!U'<iiK\n« out your (affioff y 

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!■ Iove» If in war, *tis but reafon 
To make fomc defence for the town : 

To furrender without it were treafon* 
Before that the outworks were won. 

If I frown, *tii my blu/hcs to cover, 
*Tit for honour and roudefty't fakej 

He if bnt a pitiful lover, 
Who's fbiPd by a finale attack. 

Bnt when we by force are o*erpower^d. 
The beft and the braveft muft yield ; 

I am not to be won by a coward 
Who hardly dare* enter the Held. 



SONG 366. 
\^H AT variouf exprefliont our language al- 



To e lover, a bridegroom, and veteran fpoufe ! 

How different their thought, and how different 
their carriage, 

Js cowtflup, at wedding, and after their mar- 
riage. 

The lover whines out in a languilhing air. 
My beauty, ny angel, my charmer, my fair; 
Her chcekf are like rofes, her lipf are like ruby; 
He maket here goddefs, ihe makef him a booby. 

The bridegroom now thinks he more freedom 

^an take, 
And calls her hif deary, his duck— -and his 

diakc; 
He fwearf time Jtfelf his love cannot cool ; 
He thinks her an angel, (he thinks him a fool. 

The hufband in ihort time can clearer perceive, 
For whar people fee, they are apt to believe; 
He thinks her a compound qf mifchief and evil, 
He calls her a ftrumpet, and ihe him a devil. 



SONG 367. 

BONNY CHXISTY. 



H« 



But, dubious of my ain deferty 
My fentinients J fmother; 

With fccrct fighs I vex my heart, 
For fear (he love another. 

Thus r»nf^ blate Edie by a barn. 

His Chrifty did o'cr-hear him } 
She doughrna let her lover mourny 

But e>r he wid drew near him. 
She fpake her favour with a look 

Which left nae room to doubt her| 
He wifely this white minute took. 

And Hang his arms about her. 

My Chrifty '— witnefs, bonny ftream* 

Sic joys frac tears arifing, 
I wi(h this may na be a dreamy 

O love the maift rurprifing ! 
Time was too precious now for tank) 

This point of a* his wiihes 
He wadna with fet fpeeches bauk^ 

But war*d it a* on kifTes. 



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[OW fwertly fmells the (immer green I 
Sweec tafte the peach and cherry ; 
Painting and order pleafe our een. 

And claret makes us merry : 
Bnt iineft colours, fiuiit and flowers. 

And wine, tho* I be thirfty, 
Lofs a* their charms and weaker powert| 

Compar*d with thofe of Chrifty. 

When wandVing o'er the flowVy parky 

No natural beauty wanting. 
How lightfofl)e ii*t to hear the lark. 

And birds in confort chanting; 
Bet if my Chrifty tunef her voicef 

Vm rape in admiration ; 
Jdy though tf with eitafiea rejoice. 

And drap the hale creation. 

Whenever Ae fnulba a kiadly gUaee^ 
I tMke thp b§ppy omen, 
^M/s/tea mine to nuke Mdvjinee, 
flQ^ AeV prove m womMa s 

/f *\ 4r% r\ d"^ -a 



SONG 368. 

Sung in 4lfrtd. 

P^ Youth adom*d with ev'ry art. 

To warm and win the coldeft heart. 

In fecret mine poiTeft, 
The morning bud that faireft blows. 
The vernal oak that ftraighteft grows» 

His face and fliape expreft. 

In moving founds he told his talc. 
Soft as thf fighings of the gale 

That wakes the flowVy year; 
Wliat wonder he could charm with cafe. 
Whom happy nature formed to pleafe. 

Whom love had made llncere.^ 

At morn he left me— fought and fells 
The fatal evening heard his knell. 

And faw the tears I (hed ; 
Tears that muft ever, ever fall; 
For ah ! no fighs the paft rccal. 

No cries awake the dead. 



SONG 369. 

THZ MAN TO HEa MIND. 

LEAV E party difputes, your attention I pray. 

All you who to mirth are inclin*d. 
And of thofe I diflike when you hear what I fay. 
You may guefs at the man to my mind. 

Ye felf- loving coxcombs, whofe fondnefs is feen 
From the form your falfe mirrours difplsy. 

When you talk of apaflion, as nothingyou mean. 
So all goes for nothing you fay. 

No pretenfion I bdafttotbeaukward young heir, 

Tho* born to a wealthy eftate. 
Who paying no court to the charms of the fair^ 

Buys a wife, like a calf, by her weight. 

The o\d b^ttw^ A ^i\tt ^wt t» ^MWKWiWSkNsBw^ 
• Who hat \on^ i^cNfLotC ^ m%mM»^ ^ ««^\ 
Tho' h\%^Teat coi\^t^cttv^otv\«: \tt.*^t\» vw 
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A fool for a hufband fome femalei have chofe, 
And repentance oft rues what h pzfk, 

The* he turns for a feafon which way the wind 
blow!., 
The weaihercock.*8 ru(Vy at lad. 

But the man that has fenfe, with a heart cbat^t 
fincere, 

Where paflion and reafon agree, 
Whofe fortune*s fufficient to combat with care, 

— -Can^t you guefs at the lover for me? 



SONG 370. 

Sung at Ranelagh. 

'^WAlCEi thou blithfome ^ of day. 

Invite each fongfter round. 
Let ev*ry heart be blithe and gay, 

The world with mirth abound} 
Setfy*t fweet ferjphic charms 

In raptures now I fing, 
Soon let her prifon be my arms, 

And 1*11 thy tribute bring* 

Ye regents, who the realms above 

With godlike fweetnefs guard. 
Fair Berfy's heart invade with love. 

Her faithful fwain reward; 
If not, avauot ! ye godi divine. 

Contented lee me die. 
Afy Betfy^b eyes much b'^it^hter fhine 

Than all your fpangled iky. 

No longer boaft your T'lies fair, 

Now rufTet r':ein5 yo^r fnow. 
With Betfy's flc n their white compare. 

Where new-born rofcs'grqw J 
Your fun that gilds the realms above, 

A diftant heat may give, 
But Betfy*s eyes will always prove 

How fweet it is to live. 



SONG 371. 

THX NIGHT MAGISTKATi; A CANTATA* 
RlCITATIVK. 

*'J'WAS at the dreary hour when fprites 

abound. 
And nimble fairies trip enchanted ground; 
When none but rogues and vagranU wiXki the 

• itreets. 
And watchmen fnore, regardlcfs of their beats; 
When weary^d hackney horfes flowly move. 
And on their boxes coachmen Heep a^ote: 
In elbow-chair, and awful ftate composM, 
The midnight magiflrate his will difclns'd; 
The hobbling, drowfy, walking-dials^ heard 
His words with wonder, and hit iAgit fear*d ; 
In admiration of his wifdom ftood, 
Thga cr/'dius honour WMt «• wife-M good } 
Wc/JpIeMS*d he nodi, and humt his joy to 



AlK. 

Attend, my friends, while I difpl;^3r. 

And make you unJerftand, 
The reafon why vou muii obey. 

And why I Will command. 

Know, then, I reprefent the king, 
Tho* you may think it odd; 

And I can affidavits bring. 

That kings defcerd from God. 

Recitative. 

Thus having fpoke with countenance quite big. 
He blow*d his nofe, took fnuff, and placM his 

wig; 
Then funk fupinely in the elbow-chair. 
To fnore away the tedious hours, and care ; 
Qut envious of his eafe, and drowfy'joys. 
Two bucki/h fparks molefted him with noife; 
The rattjes turn — girU fcream— and oaths re- 

fqund, 
And lamps demoli/h^d jingle on the ground; 
The veterans filly out, and leave their beer. 
And to the artirtance of their brothers fteer; 
O'er-power'd by numbers, though they bravely 

fought. 
The bucks were to the round-houfe fafiely 

brought, 
Th* awakened chief, with anger in his face. 
Thus with the fparks expoflulates the cafe : 

AlK. 

Difturbances of the public peace. 

And of the peace of mej 
Shall fuch difo ders never ceafe. 

And I in office be! 

Can*t you go quiet to your beds. 

As other p.'ople do? 
No, you muft break my watchmen's heads, 

And beat them black ana biue. 

Hand-cufF, and put them in tiie hole-— 
Unlefk they'll t p fome chink; 

Which if they do, uuon my foul, 
I think we*il h.ive fome drink. 

Recitative. 
The cafli produced, they are allow'd to rtay. 
And drink, and fing; until returning day. ' 



SONG 372. 

THE SOKAOWrUL shepheed; apastokal. 

Written by Mr. Hawkins. 

AH! whither, alas! (hall I fly ? 

What clime (hall 1 feek for relief? 
Since Fhillis n6 longer is nigh, 

O ! how (hall I fmother my grief ? 
The fweetefl, the faireft was (he. 

So fweetly (he tript o*er the plain ; 
But now (he ne^er fmiles upon me, 

She's faithleft^-and falfe to her fwain» 

With StvevVion (he'% %oTvt Ux 'vvv^y 
With Wim \* tonttTiXed ^uA \»\t^\ 
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Vo heed can I Uke of my Iheep, 

They r:iiDb]e and roam as they pleafe. 

For I can do nothing but weep, 
Ti:i Phillis my foirowi appeafe. 

Dear nymph, hear thy (hephrrd complaio, 

Return and fubdoe alt my carei 
Mo Ioniser torment roe with p^in. 

Nor drive me thus into defpair : 
Thy charms e¥er fliall be my pride^ 

Thy fmiles I will ever admire, 
Then deign for to be but my bride, 

Aad £iti»fy all my defire. 



SONG 373. 
Sang in the Smmmer*t Tale, 

^^HEN love at firft approach is feen, 
^His dftng'nuis form he veils} 

A playful infaac*t harmlefs mien. 
The playful god conceals. 

When foon, by us fond dupes careffy 
He ads his traitorous part j 

And as we prefs him to the breaft. 
He fteals into the heart. 



SONG 374. 

AM AMXKICAN SONG. 

CURE never was pidlure drawn more to the 

life, 

Or affedionate hulband more fond of his wife, 

Than America -copies, and loves Britain's fon^, 

Who, confcioas of freedom, are bold as great 

guns. 

Hearts of oak are we dill, for weVe fons of 

thofe men 
Who always are ready, (leady, boys, fteady. 
To fight for their freedom again and again. 

The* we faaft and grow fat on American foil, 
Vet we own our.'elves fubjeds of Britain's fair 

ifl% 
And who's fo abfurd to deny us the fame, 
Since true Briciih blood flows in every vein. 
Hearts of oak, &c. 

Then chear up my lads, to your country be firm, 
Like kingsofthe ocean we'll weathereachfturm. 
Integrity calls our. Fair Liberty fee, 
yTavcs her flag o*er our heads, and her words 
are. Be free. 
Hearts of oak, ftc. 

7*0 King George, as true fubjefts, we loyal blow 

down. 
But hope we may call magna charta our own ; 
Let the reft of the world flavilb worihip decree. 
Great Britain has ordered her fons t& be free. 
Hearts of oak, ftc. 

Poor Efau his birth-right gave up for • bribe, 
Americans fcorn the foahfelJlDg tribe i 
Beyond life oar freedom we chnfe to poflefs, 
Which thro* life we'll defend, md abjure the 

broad S, * 

Me^uafoek, dte. 



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On our brow while we laurel -crowned liberty 

wear, 
What Englifhmrn o^ght, we Americans dare? 
Though tempefts and terrors around us we fee. 
Bribes m r fears can prevail o'er the hearts that 
are free. 
Hearts of oak, &c. 

With loyalty liberty let us entwine. 
Our blood (hall for both flow as (t^t as our wine. 
Let us fet an exampfe what all men fliould be. 
And a toift give the world, « Here*s to thofe 
dare be free." 
Hearts of oak are we ftill, for we're fons of 

thofe men 
Who always are ready, Oeady, boys, fleady. 
To light for their freedom again and again. 



SONG 375. 

A DUNKING SONG. 

^ O ME, my neyer-frowning glafs. 

Always welcome to my lip| 
Here's to Delia, lovely lafs, 

Oh, how grateful is the flp. 
This is pleafore to the foul, ' 

This will banilhcare away; 
He who hates the fmiling bowF, 

What's he fit for, topers fay? 



SONG 376. 

A FASTOKAL BALLAD. 

g Y the banks of a murmuring brook. 

Where fpring fljcd it's fragrance around^ 
Nef;lr6lin^ his flock and his crook, 

Alexis lay ftretch'd on the ground; 
C^iice dumb with his fonrows oppreft. 

Till woe from his tears had relief. 
Then wildly he beacon his bread, 

And thus difemourden'd bis grief* 

Ah, fate too unkind and f-verc ! 

Untimely to Ihatch to the grave. 
In paphnr, my all that was dear. 

And all my fond wifhes cypld crave : 
Ye bow'rs that have witnefs*d each Tcene, 

Where woodbine and jefs'mine entwinfj 
To a flame have you confcious e'er been 

So fpotiefs as Daphne's and mine } 

What tho* o'er this daify-deck'd mead 

A thoufand fair lambkins do rove, 
Tho* well thou canft breathe on the reed. 

What mufic's a med'cine for love ? 
Alexis, doom'd ever to wail, 

Oh, think of thy treal'ures no morel 
For what would ten thoufand avail. 

They cannot thy Daphne reftore. 

Ye hills, and ye vallies, adieu^ 

Adieu to tatVv ^omX.Vv otixV^ '^^tlx 

Since no«^Vit VAX tt\>j ^\ti.W\^twK«'fc 
Ah, viV\y (hovAd \ V\t\%« \iv ^iSktiX 

My Umbkius, iotUVttv \i>| mt^ 

Lci fomc Yi*V^\w awt^\v«^ Wi^«1\ 



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For all with Ctt(h angpifh I fee 

That Daphne*b joint cares did employ. 

This faid, from the mSrgin he fprung. 

Grown frantic with love and defpairj 
Yet Daphne, tho* dying, he fang. 

Till faulter*d the name of his fair ; 
The flrea'^ls, as they murmur along. 

The forrowfui ditty relate, 
And xephyr, the willows among. 

Still fighs the fad tale of his fate. 



SONG 377. 

THE JOVIAL PHILOSOPHZE| 

"Q E content in your ftation, my friend. 

The niaxiH is prob^tumtfii 
Life*s fliort from beginning to endy 
Then let us pafs thro* it with zeft. 

The monarch furrounded by fame. 
Can tafte no more pleafure than youj 

His paflionf and feelings the fame, 
Defires and wi flits as few. • 

The cobler who hugs hit brown lafs, 
Feels emotions of bye fall as ftrong 

As thofe of a much higher clafs» 
And glories he won her by fong. 

For the lofs of a nail tinker's rage, 
As much as for ^ns a great king; 

With damoun our ears both engage, 

And much the fame peal they boih ring. 

On my word, my good friend, we're a crowds 
Variegated among great and fmall j 

We take it by turns to be proud, 
And jikewife by turns rife and fall. 

J^ike adorsy wKo ftrut for an hour 

In all the grand flavVyof ftatej 
Kezt day abdicated from power. 

With pages o*er porter they'll prate. 

Then from an enlivening bowl. 

While your reafon holds good never flinch \ 
for jife*s but a fpan, my br.-\ve foul. 

Then faith we'll enjoy ev*ry loch. 



SONG 378. 

^ A C C H U S, when merry, beftriding his tun, 

^ Prodaim'd a new neighbourly feaft : 

The firft that appeared was a man of the gown, 

A Jolly parochial prieft ; 
^t nird up his bowl^ drank healths to the 
church. 

Preferring it to the king, 
Altho* he long fiocc left both in the lurch. 

Yet he cansed like any thing. 

The next was a talkative blade, whon; we call 

A dodbr of the civil law. 
Who guzzled and drank up the dtyil gnd 4U, 
Am iiif as the drawert could draw i 
Soe hcMkhs to MiJ acblei be AiBy deay'd, 
^Ao'/oajjf he cou/d Mil, 
^ecMufc BUi the faAer the quMlity dyd^ 

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The next was a phyfician to ladies and lords, 

Who eafes all Hcknefs and pain. 
And conjures diflcmpers away with hard words, 

Which he knows is the head of his gain : 
He ftep'd from his coach, fiiKd his cup to the 
brim, 

And quaffing did freely agree. 
That Bacchus, i»ho gave us fuch cordials U 
drink. 

Was a better phyfician than he. 

The next was a juftlce who never read law. 

With twenty informers behind. 
On firee-coft he cippPd, and ftill bid *em draw. 

Till his worditp had drunk himfclf blind; 
Then reeling away they all rambled in queft 

Of drunkards and jilts of the towa, 
That they might be punifli'd to frighten the reft. 

Except they wou*d drop him a crown. 

The fifth was a tricking attorney at law. 

By tally-men chiefly employed. 
Who lengthened his bill with co-hy and Baw« 
draw, 

And a hundred fuch items befide ; 
The healths that he drank were, to Weftminiler.' 
Hall, 

And to all the grave dons of the gown | 
Rependum ic Petro, dorendum 3c Paul, 

Such Latin as never was known. 

The lad that appeared was a foldier in red. 

With his hair doubled under his hat. 
Who was by his trade a fine gentleman made, 

Tho* as hungr>' and poor as a rar : 
Hefwore by his God, tho* he Iiv*d by his king. 

Or the help of fome impudent punk. 
That he wou*d not depart till he made the butt 
fing, 

And himfelf mofl confoundedly drunk. 



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THX HAPVY LOVXX. 

XHROUGHOUT the nation. Sir, find 
me a lafs. 

That's loving, engaging, and pretty 3 
She freely intq my affedion fhall pafs. 

As fure as there*s fools in the city. 

And if file proves kind. Sir, why I fhall prove 
true. 
And juftly eileem her my treafure; 
But fhottld flie be fcornfol, what then fhall I 
do? 
Why, faith. Til difmifs her with pleafure. 



SONG 380. 

THS say MAGISTXATX } A CANTATA. 
RXCITATIVZ. 

^BOUT the time when bufy faces meet. 
And carts and coaches ramble in each (Vrcetj 

And a\\ tba ttx ^i^v^ «- *^^ %*vwwx\ \^\.x.\*^ 
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A coach 19 calPd— they to his worihip fteer^ 
To be, or fent to Bridewell, or fee clttar. 
His worfttp o*er his chocolate attends. 
To ponilll foes, and to oblige hit friends; 
Widi air important, then demands the caufe 
yfihf they are brought^ and for what breach of 

laws; 
In fobcr fadnefs the gra¥e chief explains^ 
The bucks trangreflion, aAd his-*— want of 

braini. 

All* 

Your worihip muft know» 
Ten hours ago 

Which was in the dead of the mgKt; 
Thefe fparks pUy*d the devil, 
Jo manner uncivil. 

And tfaraw*d ui ail into a fnghtt 

My men*! heads they broke, 
Aodcaird it a joke. 

And made twenty lamps for to rattle j 
But being furrounded, 
They foon were confounded, 

And vanquiih*d and taken in battle. 

RXCITATXVX. 

Hit worihip heard, and ftrokM his under jaw. 
Then look*d authority, and gave an haw; 
Tum*d o*er the ftatutes, and the riot ad, 
And-'alk^d of quint, and quart, and doubt. 

But the young blades, to mollify the caufe. 
And fmooth the afpe^ of hard-featur*d laws, 
Begg*d that they might a private word exprefs, 
Which was acceded to with readloefs; 
Then, humbly pray*dj their rafhnefs he*d forget, 
And they^d remain for ever in his deot ; 
And with refpcft, and great fubmiflion /hewn, 
They hop.*d he*d make a trifling gift his own : 
This generous fpirit in each culprit fpirk, 
Produc'd thcfe orders to his worihip's clerk, 

AlK. 

Clerk, write a difcharge. 
And fet thefe at large ; 

For, faith they are men of condition: 
*Tit true, they tranfgrefsM, 
But now they\e exprefs'd. 

For their folly, much grief and contrition. 

ForjoftJce; fometimes, ^ 

Should wink at fmall crimes, 

Of rigour relax, and be kind » 
The poor I commit ; 
But pay, and fubmit, 

Yoa*ll find me, as painted, quite blind. 



SONG 3«i, 

WXbLOCK. 

QF all the vtrious ffaitcs of lift^ 

Sore w^lock is the bef^. 
For in a faithfnl lovinir wife^ 
A mM It farely blefl. 

All lundi of earthly blifs^ 



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There^s none can equal, as I live^ 
The matrimonial kifs. 

How fweetiy glides the time away* 
When fitting by his wife. 

The happy fpoofe with joy can fay^ 
Come kifs me, my dear life. 

Tho* worldly cares perplex and gall. 
And threaten rude alarms. 

The married man forgets them all. 
When in his wife*s dear arms. 

Not Hybla's fam*d poetic groTe^ 
With all it*s fabled fweets^ 

Can equal thofc of wedded love^ 
Betwixt the lawful iheets. 

How joyous is the happy dad. 
How fwells his heart with gfee. 

When little Poll, or Sail, or Ned, 
He dandles on his knee ! 

And now to pay me for my fong> 
Pray, all your wiAies join. 

That ere the time be very lonfSy 
Some fweet girl may be mine. 



SONG 382. 

Sung in Artaxerxei. 

'^ A T E R, parted from tho fea. 
May increafe the river*s tide^. 
To the bubbling fount may f)ee» 
Or thro* fertile vallies glide : 

Though, in fearch of loft repofe* 
Thro* the land *tis free to roam^ 

Still it murmurs as it flows. 
Till it reach it*s native home. 



SONG 383. 

THE BROOM OF COWPENKNOWS* 

J-J O W blithe was I each morn to fee 

My fwain come o*cr the hill ! 
He leap'd the brook, and llew to me: 

I met him with good will. 
I neither wanted ewe, nor Jamby 

While his flocks near me lay : 
He gathered in my fliecp at night. 

And chear*d mc all the day. 
Oh ! the broom, the bonny bonny broom, 

Where loft was my repofe ; 
I wiih 1 was with my dear fwain. 

With his pipe and my ewes. 

He tun*d his pipe and reed fo fweeC> 

The birds ftood lift*ning by : 
The fleecy flock flood ftill and ga2*d| 

CharmM with his melody : 
While thus we fpent our time, by turnff 

Betwixt our flocks and play,- 
I envy^d not the fatreft dame, 

Tho' e>T Co t\c\v Mv^ ^x» 
O tVic broom, &ct. 

He d\d obWi^e tivt tVrj V^^t^ 



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He ftole my heart; cou*d I refufcy 
Whatc'cr he afk'd of me ? 

Hard fate! that I muft banilh'd be» 
Gang heavily and mourn, 

Becaufe 1 lov'd the kindeft fwaia 
That ever yet was born. 

O the brooniy &c 



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SONG 384. 

tIKIIf ADE. 

Written by the Eoitoi* 
3LEEP! thou balm of human woe^ 

Quit, O quit my charming maidj 
To fome wretched mortal go. 
Who may want thy lenient aid* 

See where an got A and defpair 
For thy kind afliftance cries ; 

Thither, fleep, with Jpeed repair. 
And relieve their weary*d eyes* 

Thus, kind god of foft repofet 

Prailed fhait thou ever be; 
When they wake, by fongs of thofe* 

^hile they fleep, with voice of me. 

SONG 385. 

Written by Mr. Po?b. 

3AYS Phebe, Why is gentle love 

A ftranger to that mind 
Which pity and efteem can mofc. 
Which can be juft and kind? 

Is it becaufe you fear to prove 
- The lUs that love moleft; 
The jealous cares, the (ighs that move 
The captivated breaft? 

Aiet! by fome degree of wbe, 

We every blifs i;iuft gain; 
That heart can ne'er • tranfport know. 

That never felt a pain. 



SONG 



3«6. 

A WELCH SONG. * 

QOT fpluttero' nails, 

Hur was come from North Wales, 

To try hur good fortune in London: 
Bot oh ! hur poor heart, 
Hur fears, for hur part, 

Alas ! hur for ever is undone. 
For as hur was coing, 
With Shenkin and Owen, 

To pray to goot Tavit hur faint. Sir: 
A young tamfel hur met. 
Put hur ail in a fweat, 

Goot lack hur wu ready to faint. Sir. 

So pright w«s*har eyes. 
As the ftars in the fkies, 

Hur lips were tike mpies fo fine, Sir: 
If ar cheeks were o^erfpnad 
WJrh M fweet white and red, 



When (he fpoke, how hur voice 
Made her poi'ume rejoice ! 

So charming and prafc were Lor word;, 
Sir; 
The wood-lark, or thru(h. 
That fing on a pu(h, 

No accents fo fwcet can afford, Sir. 

Since that lucklefs hour. 
So creat is lovr's power, 

Hur croans and fays nothing put Heigh 
day' 
Put hur palTion, hur fear, 
Hur can never declare. 

For the lafs was as crand as a lady. 

Yet true lovers all. 

When you hear of hur fall, 

0*er hur crave (bed a tear out of pity ; 
For fo earneft hur crieves, 
Hur ihall tie, hur believes, 

And fo tbere*a an end to hur ditty. 



SONG 387. 

y^H^T tho* the fun withdraws his ray. 

And clouds bedark the /ky. 
Yet foon (hall winter pafs away. 
And fpring falute the eye. 

The clouds, dilTolvM by chearful fan» 
Soft pleafures will encroach, '' 

The fun obfcur*d, the clouds return^ 
As winter does approach. 

But ah ! when wint'ry age draws on, 

A dreary fcene*s in ftore, 
L'.fe's fun, that warm'd the heart, is gone. 

And I'piing returns no more. 



SONG 388. 

Sung at Marybonx. 

5TI NT me not in love or wine, 

V\\ have full draughts of either ; 
Round me fprings the mantling vine; 
Bacchus, hafte you hither. 

See the ^rape bleeds to replenifli my cup, 
ril drink it, Silenus, Til drink it all upi 
And tho* my feet ftagger, and tho' my eyes roil. 
Ye Bacchanals bring me another full bo%l. 

Truce with your bumpers, Venus now. 

The ruddy vi^or chaces; 
Send fome nymph with graceful brow 

To my. warm eno braces. 

See blooming young Hebe is now on the wing. 
As ripe as full fummer, as wanton as fpring; 
Ye fawns and ye dryads, far hence from the 

grove, 
*Tis filence and gloom that is facred to love. 

Steering thus from joy to joy. 

Cartful ihou%\iu I batvi<h\ 
.Time th\» A»me ftiaW ivt'w 4t^t>^» 

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Te ^cei tn<I fatyrs, mj chaplet prepare. 
With myrtle and Wv come bind up my hair; 
While I in due juflice your paint will requite, 
By drinking all djy, and by loving all night. 



SONG 389. 

A sailor's song. 

O N Old England's bleft Aore 
We are landed once more* 

Secure from the ftorms of the nain } 
For great George, and his caufe. 
For our councry and lawsy 

We have conquer'd, and will do again. 

Whwe the fun's orient ray 
Firft opens the day, 

On India's extended domiiny 
The fwarthy.fac'd foes 
Who dar'd to oppofe, 

We have conq^er'd, and will do again* 

Come* my brave hearts of oaky 
Let us drink, fing, and joke, 

While here on the fliore we remain} 
Wkeo our country demands. 
With hearts, and with hands, 

We are ready to conquer again. 



SONG 



390. 



y^ HAT IS beauty, when virtue's away ! 

A Aort blooming flower of youth! 
A flower that blooms to decay, 
E'en when it's fupported l^y truth I 

But virtue, when beauty is gone. 
Shines lovely for ever confeft. 

Gives majefty grace on a throne. 
And baniAes care from the breaft. 

Ye nymphs, then, regard the fond mufe; 

Tho' now you are blooming and gay, 
Be your mind your chief care to purfue^ 

For beauty can Uft but a day. . 



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391. 



£7 V *R Y mortal fome favoorite pleafure pur- 

fnes. 
Some to White's run for play, fometoBatfon's 

for news ) 
To Shoter*s droll phis others thunder applaoie, 
And fome triilers delight to hear Nichols's 

noife ! 
Bat fach idle amnfements I'll carefully Aun, 
And my pleafores confine to my doga and my 

Soon as Phabui has flniAM his fummer's ca- 
rter, 
Aii4 his maturing aid bleil the hulbaodman's 

care; 
Wien Rog€r Mttd Nell b%re €ajay*d liarveft- 
Aame, 
And, their hboun bewg o'er, w it leifurc to 



From the noife nf the town and it's fotltes I rant 
And 1 range o*er the fields with my dogs and 
my gun. 

When my pointers around me all carefully 

ftand, 
And none dares to ftlr, but the dog 1 command $ 
When the covey he fprings, and I bringdown 

my bird, 
I've a pleafure no paftime befide can a/{brd: 
No paflime nor pleafure that's under the fun. 
Can be equal to mine with my dogs and my 

gun. 

When the covey I've thinn*d, to the woods I 

repair, 
And 1 bruA thro* the thickets devoid of all 

fear; ' 

There I exercife freely my levelling Aill, 
And with pheafants and woodcocks my bag 

oAen fill $ 
For deach (where I find them) they feldom can 

Aun, 
My dogs are fo furci and fo fatal my gun* 

My fpaniels ne'er babble, they're under com* 

niand; 
Some range at a diftance, and fome hunt ac 

hand; 
When a woodcock they fluA, or a pcafant they 

fpring. 
With hearc-chearing notes, how they make 

the woods rin^! 
Then for mufic let fribbles to Ranelagh run* 
My concert's a chorus of dogs and a guo. 

When at night we chat over the fport of the 

d«y, 
And, fpread o'er the uble, my conquer'd fpoils 

U,i 
Then 1 chink of my friends, and to each fend 

a part; 
For my friends to oblige is the pride of my 

heart: 
Thus tHe vices of town, and it's follies I Auih 
And my pleal'ures confine to my dogs and my 

guo. 



SONG 39a. 

Y^ la<)s, and ye lafles, who bloom in your 

prime, 
I love and regard ye, the jewels of time; 
Then lift, and attend to the words chat I fay^ 
For lifers a mere vaoour, a thing of decay. 

As now let me find ye with fmileson your brows, 
Each nymph prove indulgjcnt, each youth keep 

his vows ; 
Save \o\t and good humoury with hearts that 

true chime. 
All joys that men boaft of are infults of I 



What a YiteuVk uvu^ V^>^V5»\a ^swaa^yjJ^ 

ptif. 
To th\nk tVi^t TM> mQiX^UOA ^i»X.\s«X>« 
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Vfho ilanres *midft tbe guincan he Mitnte o*er 

«-1th glee, 
Such| fuch arc the rileft abufers of me. 

The girl that h fqaeamifliMtheicy-fac^d prude, 
The man that is ftinty, rcmorfclcfs, and rude; 
With him that^sanilkfop, and baulks the full 

toad ; 
As time they abandon, by time ihall be loft. 

But dill to the chearful, the good, and the gay, 
l)ecember (halt meet them ftrll mitd as the 

May: 
Hand in hand 1*11 conduct them who live 

without crime* 
From the fons of the earth, to the father of 

time* 



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393- 



Sung at Ranelagm* 

g V the dew-befprinkled rofe; 

By the blackbird piping clear} 
By t^e weftern gale, that blows 
Fragrance on the vernal year: 
Hear* Amanda, hear thy fwain^ 
Kor let me longer figh in Taii». 

By the cow/lip, clad in gold ^ 

By the frlver lily's light; 
By thofe meads, where you behold 

Nature rob*d in green and white f 
Hear, Amanda, hear thy fwain, 
And to hia Ughs, oh I figh again. • 

By the riv*iet*i rambling race ; 

By the mufkc that it makes; 
By bright Soi^s inverted face, 

Who for the ftream his (ky foriakes : 
Hear, Amanda, hear thy fwain. 
And into joy convert his pain. 



SONG 394. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

p LAT TURING hopes, the mind deceiving, 

£4^ faith too often cheat; 
Woman, fond and aH-believing, 
Loves and hup the dttr deeeit. 

Empty fliew of pomp and riches, 

Cupid's trick to catch the fair, 
Lovely maids too oft bewitches ; 

Flact'ry is the beauty's fnare. 



t O N G ^95. 

TMX rAXTHFUL SHXPHiaD. 

"Y^HEN flow*ry Mcadowt deck the year. 

And fportive lambkins play« 
Wh«n fpangl'd fidda rtntw*d appear^ 
And mufick wak*d the dsy^ 
Then did my CUoe /eitre her how*r, 



The wa'bling choirs from cv'ry bough 

Surround our couch in throngs, 
And all their tuneful art bcftow 

To give us change of fongs : 
Scenes of delight my foul polTefsM, 

I btefs*d, then hugg'd my maid ; 
I robbed the kiiTes from her bready 

Sweet as a noon-day's ihadc. 

Joy fo tranfporting never fails 

To fly away as air, 
Another fwain with her prevails 

To b# as falfe as fair. 
What can my fatal paffion cure ? 

I'll never woo again ; 
All her diAatn I muft endure. 

Adoring her in vain. 

What pity 'tis to hear the boy 

Thus 6ghing with his pain; 
But time and fcorn may give him joy 9 

To hear her figh again. 
Ah! fickle Chloe, be advised. 

Do not thyfelf beguile; 
A faithful lover fliould be pria'dt 

Then cure him with a fmiie. 



SONG 396. 

Sung in the fFtdding Ring, 

'J' HE trav'llers, that through defarts ride 

By conduA of fome friendly ftar ; 
When clouds obfcure their trudy guide. 
Out of of their courfe mud waader far : 

So I, withpenfive care and pain. 

In abfence ftill mud ftray ; 
Till you, my ftar, ftiineout again. 

And light me on my way. 



SONG 397. 

TRt MAEKIED MAN. 

JAM marry 'd, and happy; with wonder hear 
this, 
Te rovefs, and rakes of the age. 
Who lavgh at the mention of conjugal blif^. 

And who only loofe pleafures engage : 
Tou may laugh, b«t believe me you're all in 
the wrong 
When you racmly marriage deride; 
For to marriage the permanent pleafuret be- 

fOffgV 

Ami Vn them we caa only confide. 

The joys which f^om Uwlefs cooncftloof arifi^ 

Are fttgitivcr never fincere^ 
Oft ftolen with bafts, or fnatchM by Airpriser 

Intetrupted by douhts, and by fear : 
But thofb which in legal attachments we fio^. 

When the heart is with innocence pure^ 
It irom rv^ry imbktVing reflc£hon refin'd, 

Anito Uft't Uteft hour will endure. 

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Bat yeurt is t paiiiont « feverift flame, 
Raii'd without the con&nt of the mind. 

When, dreading confinrmentyyemiftreiTes hire. 
With this and with that ye arecloy'd; 

Ye are led, and milled , by a flattering falfe fire, 
And are oft by that fire deftroy*d. 

If you aflc me, from whence my felicity flows $ 
My anfweris fliort— from a wife; 

Who for chearfulncft, feafe, and good-nature, 
I chofe. 

Which are bcautiei that charm us for life. 

To make home the feat of perpetual delight, 
Ev*ry hour each ftudies to feiec; 

And we find ourfeUcs happy, from morning to 
night, 
By our mutual endeavours to pleafe. 



SONG 39S. 

Sung in the Royal Shtpbiri* 

y O WS of love ihould ever bind 
Men who are to honour true { 
They mui> have a favage mind. 
Who refufe the fair their due. 

Scorn*d and hated may they be, 
Who from coaflancy do fwerve } 

So may ev*ry nymph agree 

All fucb fajthiefa fwains to ferve. 



SONG 399. 

L O N G at thy altar, God of love, 

I paid a double duty ; 
A (lave to Celiacs voice and wit. 
To Chloe*£ ta((e and beauty 1 

Faio would I fix my reftlefs heart. 
While they, with aukward feature^ 

Difguis*J, iu afl>£l4tion*i maik. 
The genuine jjifci of nature. 



S O N G 400. 

TNI SYCAMOII SHADE. 

T'OTHER day, as I fat in the fycamore ihade> 

Young Oarnoocame whiAiing along, 
] trembieo, 1 biuih'd..-4 poor innuccnt maid !— 

And my hear^ c^per^d up to my tongue. 
SiMy heart, I cry'd, fie ! what a flutter if here ! 

YooDg Damon defigns you no ill ; 
The fliepherd*! fo civil, you've nothing to fear, 

Then pr'ytbee, fond urchin, lie ftiU. 

Sly Damnn drew near,' and knelt down at my 
feet, 
One kifs he demanded«*no more ' 
B«t vrg*d Che foftprclTttre with ardour fo fweet, 

I could, not begrudge htm a fcore. 
My Umfakini Tve kifi *d, and no change ever 
Ibood, 
Maay timet u we played on the hW : 
MatDMmon't deMr Up$ msde my heut gallop 

Mr tnM the Apd mhin Ik AIM. 



When the fun biases fierce, to the fycamort 
(hade 

For Hieiter, Tm fure to repair} 
And, virgins, in faith Vtn no longer afraid, 

Altho* the dear ihepherd be there. 
At ev'ry food kifs that with freedom he takes^ 

My heart may rebound if it will ; 
There's fomething fo fweec in the buftle it 
makes, 

rii die ere 1 bid it lie ftill. 



SONG 401. 

A FASTORAL. 

Sung at Vavshall* 

pAREWEL, ye green fields and fwfft 
groves, 

Whrre Phillis engaged my fond heart { 
Wheie nijihtingales warble their loveS| 

And nature is drrfs'd without art: 
No pleafure ye now can afford, 

Nor mufic can lull me to reft; 
For Phillis proves falfe to her wordy 

And Strephon can never be blcft. 

Oft-times, by the fide of a fpring^ 

Where rofes and lilies appear. 
Gay Philhs of Strephon would fing. 

For Strephon was all ihe held dear : 
But as foon as fhe found, by my eyes. 

The pafiion that glow'd in my breaft^ 
She then, to my grief and furprise, 

Prov'd all fhe had Taid waaaje^. 

Too late, to my forrow, I find. 

The beauties alone that will la/f. 
Are chofe that are fix'd in the mind. 

Which envy or time cannot blaft: 
Beware, then, beware how ye ttuft 

C« quectes, v»ho to love make pretence ; 
For Phillis tn me h^id beenjuft, , 

If nature had b'.efs'd her with fenfe. 



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402. 



A FRII-MASON 3 SONG. 

J-JAIL, mafonry, thou craft divine ! 

(J lory of earth, from heav'n revealed; 
Which doft with jewels precious fliine. 
From all but mafons eyes conceal'd j 
Thy praifes due who can tehearfe. 
In nervous profe, or flowing verfe ! 

As men from brutes dilUnguifli^d are, 

A mafon other men excels ; 
For what's in knowledge choice and rar«| 

Bur in his brea^ fecurely dwells? 
His filent breaft, and faithful hearty 
Preferve the fecreCi of the art. 

From fcorching h*at and pierctng coldy 

From betftt ^UqC« ««w ^« \q«^x«bJ^^ 
From tbe afk^Ua q( Nf«it\Q!i\VA^« 

The mafons %n mviiVXu^ Met^^w 
Be to tKu ATI due Vvoivift^T ^\i% 
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Enfignt of ftite that feed our pride, 
Diftind^ions troubiefome and vain ! 
By mafons true are laid afide; 
• Arts free-bom font fuch toyi dlfdain, 
Xnnobled by tbe name they bear, 
Diftingoifli'd by the badge they wear. 

$weet fellowflilp, from envy free. 
Friendly converfe of brotherhood) 

The lodgers lafting cemrnc be ! 
Which hat for ages ftrmly flood. 

A lodge thus buitt, for ages paft 

Has lafted, and will ever laft. 

Then in our fongs be juftice done» 
1*0 thofe who have enriched the arty 

From Adam to great Leven down. 
And let each brother bear a part ; 

Let our grand-mafter*s health go round. 

Hit praife in ev^ry lodge refound. 



SONG 403., 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

J N vain I feek to calm to reft 

The heart that flutters in my breaft! 
I feel my foul with fears opprefs'd. 

Yet know not whence they flow : 
How anxioua it the lover*s fate! 
Ten thoufand doubts perplex' his ftate : 
Fond hopes of future btifs create 

But certain prefent woe. 



SONG 404. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

f O reafoni ye fair ones, alTert your pretence, 
Nor hearken to janguage beneath.common- 
fenfe: 
When angels men call ye, and homage would 

If you credit the tale, you^re as faulty as they. 

Ten thoufand gay fcenes are prefented to view. 
Ten thoufand oaths fworn, but not one of them 

truej 
Such pafliont, O heed not, onleft to deride. 
Left a vi^m you fall to an ili-grounded pride. 

Prefer ye the diAatet of virtue to found, 
True bleflings can ne*er without goodncfs be 

found ; ' 
Leave folly and faftiions, mifguiders of youth, 
And ftick to their oppofltet, freedom and truth. 



SONG 405. 

Song at RAMtLAGH. 

^H£ fmiling morn, the blooming fpringy 
laviu the ch^/^ful birdt to fingf 
^atf, wbiJe theywMrhlw en euh fprav* 

^aj^4n*i,i/^ timely wife, 
^ ^« ttopwc the hw Chat Bite, 



And in foft raptures wafte the day 
Among the birks of Endermay. 

For foon the winter of the year, 
And age, life's winter, will appear: 
At this thy living bloom will fade, 
As that will ftrip the verdant (hade : 
Our tafle of pleafure then is o'er. 
The feathered fongflers are no more; 
And when they droop, and we decay. 
Adieu the birks of Endermay. 

Behold the hills and vales around. 
With lowing herds and flocks abound ; 
The wanton kids, and fii/king lambs. 
Gambol and dance about their dams; 
The bufy bee, with humming noife. 
And all the reptile kind rejoice : 
Let uc, like them, then, fmg and play. 
About the birks of Endermay. 



SONG 406. 

Sung in Almena, 

^S flows theconl and purling nit. 

In filver mazes down the hill. 
It chears the myrtle, and the vine. 
That in each other's foliage twine i 

So ftrcamsfrom the maternal heart. 
What tender nature can impart; 

Thus happy, in my arms to fold. 
And to my heart Almena bold. 



SONG 407. 

THE FaiAR AND NUNJ A CANTATA. 
RXCITATIVC. 

JN Paris city, they report for truth. 

There dwelt an adHve prieft, in prime of 
youth. 
And in the convent, as fome others fay. 
There liv'd a nun as blooming as the May: 
The rev'rend father figh'd for her in vain. 
He dar'd not openly his love explain; 
Her beauty fann'd the embers of defire, 
But looks aoftere quite damp'd the rifing fire. 
At length kind fortune did his tviflies hlcfs. 
For the fair nun came to him to confefsj 
With great devotion fhe her forehead fign'd, 
And thus reveal'd the troubles of her mind : 

Air. 

Holy father, believe, for my forrows T grieve. 

And fincerely repent each tranfgreflion ; 
One fault, above all, my mind does enthral. 

And torments me finrpafling expreflion. 
Tho*toHeav*n Vm bound, yet Cupid has found 

The method to lead me aftray; 
Alaa ! I am frail, for love would prevail, 

Tho* confcieoce cry*d, fternly, Stay, ftay* 

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THen fmiUsg on the lovely fuppliant faiTy 
He chucIcM her chin, and bade her not defpair. 
1 know no harm the're is in lovey he faid, 
Ejch irxf my dear, was for the other made; 
T«e church ordamt it, and you do no fault. 
It to the church you yield up what you ought: 
But *tii a fin if any one Ihould feaft 
Upun thofe charms, un^efs he ii a prieft. 

AlK. 

Confider how happy will be your condition. 

If ooce you will form refolution 
To hed with a prelate-^You need no contrf tion, 

For prelates can give abfolution : 
Then yield to my vms thy ravifliing charms, 

Permit me thy beaatiet to rifle ; 
Too know I can blefs you, ai well as confefs yoo ; 

BeAdes, it is only a trifle. 



SONG 408. 

Song In the Maid tf the Mill, 

^ITH the man that I love, was I deflin'd 

to dwell. 
On a mountain, a moor, in a cot, in a cell ; 
Retreats the mofl barren, mo(^ defert, would be 
More pleafir^g than courts or a palace to me. 
Let the vain and the venal in wedlock afpire. 
To whit folly efleems, and the vulgar admire ; 
I yield them the blifs where their wiihes are 

piac*d ; 
Infenfible creatures! *tis all they can tafle. 



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409. 



THl SISTCKS. 

VOUNG Arabellj, mama^s care, 

And ripe to be a btide, 
Had charms a monarch mi)jht enfnare. 

But brauty mixM with pride. 
And ftill to blaft that happinefs, 

Hf r pride each lover cooKd { 
The number of her (laves was lefs, 

And icfs the tyraric ruPd. 

Herfifter Charlotte, tho* not blefsM 

With beauty's potent fpell. 
The virtues of the mi::d poilefh'd. 

And bore away the belle : 
Knifhts, Eails, and Dukes, like fummer-flies. 

Around the maiden Hew; 
They prefs'd to tell ten thoufand lies^ 

As men are apt to do. 

Fjod Celadon addrefs*d the fair, 

Refolv*d no time to lofe ; 
A youth with fuch a ihape and air> 

What female could refufe ! 
Like ill the rei^, he own*d hit flame» 

His ar clefs flame alone \ 
The blufbffkg maid confefs'd the faney 

The prieil foon made them one. 

Pber Arabella, vex*d to Hnd 
Her AAer modern wife, 
PntemdM to rul me all ntMnkind, 
AadfrMift a Unglt: Ufe, 



Ye virgins, Charlotte*s plan purfu?. 

Shun ArabelU*s faie; 
Accept rlic man that's w »rthy you. 

Before it is too late. . ' 



SONG 410. 

THE SOaauWFUL SHEPHCap£9S. 

Written by Mr. Hawkins. 

^ Y Jockey is flfd from the plain. 

And left me in forrow to nuurn; 
Was ever (o cruel a fwaiii. 

To leave me, and will not return f 
No lanuer he pipes on his reed. 

No longer hi» praile; I'll rell ; 
Yet dull are the binks of the Twed, 

Since Jockey has bade them fareweU 

His crook he has broken in twain. 

His fheep and hi% lamSkins novv ^ayj 
They bleat for their nutier in vain. 

And carelcfsly wander away. 
Then hafte thee, fome fhcpherd fo free. 

And Cdll the p lorflicks to their hom&( 
O' be to them kinder than he 

Who caus'd the dear wand'rers to roanw 

Each virgin, fo happy an J gay. 

Attend to the words I impart. 
Be careful and cautious, I pray. 

How yon give a young fhepherd yooT heilt« 
Though Jockey was rural and neat. 

To me was moft loving and kind ; 
His manners were gentle and fweet» 

Till cruelty grew in his mind. 



SONG 411. 

Sqng in Thomat and Ssllj. 

^^ ERE 1 at poor as wretch can he. 

As great as any monarch, he. 
Ere on fuch terms I'd mount bit throne, 
I'd work my fingers to the bone. 

Grant me, ye pow*rs, (I aflc not wealth,) 
Grant me but innocence 4nd health; 
Ah ! what is grandeur, iink'd to vice? 
*Tis only viitue gives it price. 



SONG 412. 

A FINKRIAN SOCIKTT 80NG« 

JF the annals we read in the days of Kinf 

John, 
'Bout the year of our aera twelve hundred and 

one. 
We Hiall find that weak prince was about to In* 

vade 
The rigbts of his people, their commerce and 

trade. 
Derry do^mit &c. 

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Rcfol v'd, like true Britons, not taneiy to yield} 
So the commoos unite, tnd tbe lords take the 
field. 
Derry down, &c. 

All ranks and all ftations concerned in the caufe, 
Rcfoivin^ to (land by thcinight^and their laws j 
Tradcfmen now a fraternity firft did begin, 
And ev'ry good oiember was named a Pin. 
Derry down, &c. 

Now cbapteri they had, and |ood orders they 

In which were confulted the good of the trade; 
With A firm lefoiution to Hand by each other, 
Which ilill i$ the bufinefsof ev*ry true brother. 
Perry down, &c. 

Tho* the time is long fince, yet all of as know 
What benefit from this firm union did fiowj 
For the king was oblig*d to grant them, fo<^ 

after, 
That blefling of England, our great Magna 

Charta. 
Derry down. Sec, 

Since now you^ve Keard from what lasdable 

caufe. 
The term of Pinerian, fo a ^cient arofe; 
Then let at, who tealoufly keep up chat namcy 
Be emulous of their good purpofe and fame. 
Derry down, &c. 

3ince our inftitution enjoins the fame ends. 
To confiim us u brothers, and make us all 

friends ; 
With a true honed zeal let us a£t our part. 
And ftand by each other with h^nd and with 
heart. 
Derry down, tec. 

Let us no contention nor eni'ying know. 
But mirth and good-humour continually flow; 
Then ail focial happinefs here will be fix*d. 
And harmony always with iotereft be mix'd. 
Derry down» Sec, 

Then rife, my good brethren, and join hand 

in hand. 
And as firm to each other, as now, kt vs ftandj 
Then what ihall fuch mutual friendship disjoin ? 
The world muft admire os^ and praife dur dc- 

fi^n. 
Derry down, Sec, 

Now fill op your glafs, and about let it flow> 
To our noble grand, and ancients alfo{ 
And to all abfeot brothers, whercrer they b« : 
And thus may Pinerians for ever agree. 
Derry down. Sec. 



SONG 413. 

Svng in the CaprUhut Lovers* 

JfTIfSN hte, a Bmple ruhxc Jaff , 
I ro9*d without contkrtintf 
A Mremm wag mii my iookinm^gUf$^ 
Am^MtMiit my m// f^t ^^ 



The charms I boaft, alas ! how few« 

I gave to nature** care ; 
As vice ne'er fpoil'd their native hue^ 

They could not want npair. 



SONG 4T4. 
Sung at Vauxkall. 

Y^ belles and beaux, attend my fong, 

I'll tell you fomething new: 
Perhaps you'll fm«lp, and think me wrongs 
Though fti .nge, youMl find it true. 

In days of yore, hitlorian^ fay, 

*Tw<i wifdom bore the piizr ; 
But moJcrn times have changed the lay, 

• Tis folly t be wife. 

Let no grave Cynic take offence. 

And think me too unkind j 
All boat> of wiidom's but pretence. 

Our paifiona make us blind. 

Obfervr, at church, the learned priefty 

He bids you temp'rance prize; 
Yet o'er his bottle, at a feaft, 

Tis folly to be wife. 

No more thofe mufty rules purfue. 
Once uvght in heathen fchoois; . 

Believe nae (for 1 te)l you true) 
The ancients were but fools. 

As through life's dream we glide alon;. 

We difif'rcnt paiiioos prize ; 
But be the uurden of my foog> 

*Tis folly to be wife. 



SONG 415. 

J^ Y cautious motUcr, t'other day, 

Cry'd, Polly, mind me, do; 
I faw young Damon come this way, 

And fear he came to yoc : 
You know he*s gay, and thoui^ht a rake. 

So never welcome make him. 
Thus I got fcolded for his lake, 

I wifli the deuce may take him. 

It*s true I met him in a grove, 

He gently clafp'd my hand. 
Then fi^h'd, and talk'd more things of lovi 

Than 1 could underdami; 
And who'd have thought that we were feen 

But of fuch ifricks I'll break him; 
If he won't tell me what they mean. 

The deuce, fare, ought to take him, 

I often feel my bofom glow 

With warmth I never knew. 
If this be Jote that haunts ne fo. 

What can a virgin do? 
Indeed, for pipe, fgt dance and fong^ 

*Gaind ev*ry fwaio Td take him. 
But if he tantalizes long, 

I hope the deuce will uke him. 

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fie no objeAion to unite 
WHth one fo fond and kind : 

Jfy mother, tho* tpo apt to prjTy 
To dirobilfe I'm lothe, 

lUvcVr I'll wed, then all her cry 
Will be. Deuce take you both. 



SONG 416. 

Song in Poor VulcMn, 

'PHESB mortals fay right, in their jovial 

, abodes. 
That a glafa of good punch it the drink of the 
gods; 

Take only a fmack of 
The ne^r we crack of, 
YoQ*U 6nd it it punch, and no more : 
The ingredients they mingle. 
Are contraries, (angle ; 
So are oars, they're the elements four. 
Then, Bacchus, for thou art the drunkard's 
prote6^or, 

Iflue inftant a fiat, 
And let who dare deny it. 
That he^r'i good punch, and that good punch 
ia ne^ar. 



S O K O 417. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

pHOEBUS, meaner themes difdalning, 

To the lyrt(l's caII repair, 
And the ftrings to rapture draining. 
Come and praife the Bxitifh fair. 

Chiefs throughout the land vi^orious. 

Born to conquer and to fpare. 
Were not gallant, were not glortouSy 

Till commanded by the fiir. 

All the works of worth or merit. 
Which the fons of art prepare. 

Have no pleafure, life, or fpirit. 
But aa borrow*d from the fair. 

Reaibn ia aa weak as paflion. 

But if yon for truth declare. 
Worth and manhood are the fafluon, 

Favoured by the Britiih fair. 



S O N O 41S. 

Snng at Mamybone. 

f HE fprightly horn awakes the morn. 

And bids the hunter rife; 
The opening hound returns the found, 

And echo fills the &ies. 
See ruddy health, naore dear than wealth. 

On yon blue mountain's brow \ 
The neighing fteed invokes our fpeed. 

And reyiMrd tr«mbki now. 

In •aeient dxys, at /tor/ Cayi, 

The woods oor fhtbett fought ; 
TboruJtie race adorn V tht choice, 
AmJ kunttd aa Unv fou^h c . 



Come lct*s away, make no delay, 
Enjoy the foreft's charois j 

Then o'er rhe bowi expa.id the fjul. 
And reft in Chloe's arms. 



SONG 419. 

'J" HE t?{[^rn fky was purpled o'er. 

The urk, high poi»'i in air, 
Pour'd forth her fotr, enchanting fong, 

The morn wa« frcJh and fairj 
Vv'hcn Colin tn the mead convey 'd 

His gentle fleecy charge, 
Then tJ the lovfly Delia's praife, 

Tun'd forth the fong at large. 

My Delia is as Venus fair. 

As Hfbc young and g.iv; 
Would the but deign ray ilocks to iharf^ 

I'd prail'i her all the day: 
From morn to eve, from eve to morn. 

The wooos, the groves /hould ring; 
Would /he to Colin give her hand, ' 

E'eo winter would foem fpring. 

She looks on a Hiepherd as mean. 

Vet knows not the cares of the greatj 
A niepherdefs is like a queen, 

But never knows envy or hate: 
Her flvtcks are her fubje^s around^ 

Her crook is her fceptre confeft. 
Content is her glittering crown, 

And fimplicity makes up the reft. 

Come, then, my fweet maid, to the plainy 

O come« let ambition fubHile, 
Thro' pleafure» fmooth courle you Hiall go» 

And Colin fhaJl ftili be your guide: 
The meads arc enamel'd with fluw'rs. 

And feem thy fair hand to invite ^ 
O fly then, my fair, to the grove. 

And feaft ev'ry fenfe with delight. 



SONG 420. 

T" O love and be lov'd, how tranfporting the 

blifs. 
To give, and receive, the foft conjugal kifs; 
To fee a young race of fweet prattlers arounJf 
Is a pleafure fuperior to all can be found ! 

Let libertines rail at the joys they ne'er know. 
Such joys as from rambMng can fureneverfiowj 
A bottle and Thais may pieafe for a night. 
But wedlock aftards never-fading delight. 

Tho' cenfure may feem to have room for it*s 

rage, 
In this money-job, fcandaluus, match-makjng 

When parents and guardians their children dif- 

pof^, 
As chapmen at Smithfield buy horfef and cowa. 

But ca\m\y conMet X\^* \o^t ^% ^t. \^s«^*% 
And wedlock. V9\V\ ?utc\^ \it V%v^^, tA twj!^'t\ 
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*Tis pnident, 1 own, ere you marry, to fee 
If your means will fupport 4 wife caly aad frccj 
Forctfvi sin wedlocrk will rife, to be fure, 
When indurtr^ can't keep the wolf from the 
door. 

But when fortune and love both together com- 
bine, 

And .beauty and fenfr, too, as mutually join; 

Isti them rail on who will, 1 am certain of this, 

That wedlock) fo planned, h the height of all 
blifs. 



SONG 421. 

Written by Mr. CitoRCRf ll. 

J^ Jolly briik tar« but a little time fince, 

As bold as a beggar, as drunk as a prince, 
Fell foul of an ale-houfe» and thinking it fin 
To pafs without calling, reel'd jovially in. 
Derry down. Sec. 

Scarce feated was he, when the landlord pafs'd 

with podding and beef, which attra^d Jack's 

eyej 
By the main-mafty a fail, boys! then he leapt 

from his place, 
And grafpJng his bludgeon, gave orders for 

chace. 
Derry down, &c» 

Now it happen*d together fome Frenchmen 

were met, 
Refolving foup-meagre and frogs to forget. 
Convinced of their error, commanded this feaft. 
To be dttA and ferv'd up in the old Englifli 

tafte. 
Derry down, &c. 

At the heels of the landlord the failor appears. 
And makes the room ring with three Britiih 

cheers ; 
Then he lies himfelf down yithout further 

debate. 
And claps an old quid in his next neighbour's 

plate. 
Derry down, tec. 

Sure nothing could equal the Frenchmen*! fiir- 

priae. 
When they ihrugg'd up their ihoulden, and 

turn*d up their eyes j 
From one dropt a ha, and the other a hemy 
All gap'd at the landlord, the landlord at them. 
Derry down. Sec. 

One, more bold than the reft, by his brethrea^t 

advice, 
Made » focaking attempt to come in for a dice ; 
/sck, cutting his hiod, quickly gave him a 
sAecJt, 

l>erry 4lpwn, ^-^^ 



The landlord enrag'd, now approach'd 

afat, 
And fneakJng behind, fcix'd the arms o 

tar; 
I h.ive him, fays he ; but he cou'd fay no i 
lire he found his dull paie where his heels 

before. 
Derry down, Sec, 

The landlord thus fprawling, the Frcncl 

unite, 
Each takes up his knife and prepares fo 

fight; 
Of quarters, cries Jack, I wou*d not hav( 

think; 
Strike, ftrikc, you frog-eaters, ftrike, fl 

or you fink. 
Decry down, &c. 

So faying, he handled his trufty oak fiick 
And pourM in his broad-fide fo ftout ai 

thick; 
So well play'd his part, in a minute, that 
Were decently laid with tlicir hoil on the 
Derry down. Sec. - 

The reft all difmay*d at their counirymen'i 
For fear that Jack's (tick ihould alight on 

pate, 
Acknowledged him vif^or, and lord of the r 
Wiihal humbly intreating to bury their . 
Derry down. Sec. 

Three cheers then he gave, but Infided 

they, 
For the beef, for the pudding and porter fl 

pay: 
They agreed; fo the failor reePd off witl 

weoch. 
And fung as he reePd, Down, down witl 

French. 
Derry down, &c. 



SONG 422. 

THE 9HKPHEaD*S AaTIFICZ. 

3 UR E never poor ihepherd was tortur*d 

me. 
From morning to night I could never be 
The charms of young Phillisforsn in my 1 
I widi'd fhe was mine, or I wlfhM myfeif • 

Whenever I faw her, and told her my caf 
She gave me a frown, or ihe laughed in my 1 
Yet fliU I ador*d her, and calKd her my ' 
My paflion was fix'd, nor could end but 
life. 

I found ail the oifers I made her of love 
Produc'd no eil'ed, nor aftc£^ion would mo 
So fchem*d a contrivance her paffion to ti 
And boldly refolv*d, or to conquer, or die. 

*Twas fpread round the village I courted y 

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tor f^ar fliff iTinuld Ji»ter, I thought it rhf b'ft ; Th.u> twenry good wives tbat arc f nirg i 

From henc- lejrn, >e virgin*, b«- bleft if you can, For wires they will fpavr, ihjt tkcir tniljicn 
And never rff»»fc tlic fincvre honeft man. n>ay (h.trr. 

But whores arc ct?rnall> crivin«;. 



SONG 423. 

BAMOK AND DOLLYJ A PASTOB AL BALL AD. 

Written by Mr, Hawkins. 

][^AST Midfimmer morn^ u I ftray*d thro* 
the grov*, 

Young Dully I met by the way| 
I tQld her, her charm f had fubdu*d me with love, 

And caus'd her awhile fur to ^y. 

Silly Damon, /be cry 'd, what would yon be at^ 
Your fr)o]ing give over, 1 pr^y ; 

Fora'.i your fond wooing, your cooing and chat, 
No longer (hall make me deby. 

TkeB I prefs^d her hand dofe, faying, Can yoa 
:dc»y 

A favoor fo trifling at thii ? 
But ftill ihc rrjrdted, and cry*d out, O fye! 

When I eagerly ftole a fweet kifi. 

With raptore I gaz*d un her delicate charmsi 
(For I could not refift it, 1 vow) 

Then clafpiJig her lovingly in m« fond arms, 
Said ihe^ I muft go to my cow. 

Then away o*er the p!ain together we went. 
Till come to a cool river** fide. 

Where we tarry *d awhilc» till 1 gainM her 
confeot 
Foir ever to be my true bride. 

Adieu, then, ye trouhlrs and plagues of this life. 
With Doily I lure ftiall be b.e/f-; 

For when that kind Providence malces her my 
wife, 
We*JI lull all nor cares into reft. 



SONG 424. 

Sung at Saoler^s Wells. 

jgRISK. wine and women nre 

The foarce of all our joys; 
A brinnncr folt?ns evVy care. 

And hcftuty never cloys t 
Then let us drink aud love. 

While yet our hearts are gay; 
Women and wine, by all approvM, 

Are blelfingt night and day. 



SONG 425. 

f H AT man who for life is blefs^d wt^h a wife. 

It furp |n a hipp; condition ; 
Go things how they will, (beftic^sbyhimftill, 
Shc*f comforter, friend, and phyfician. 

/V*r, where h the joy, to trifle »nd toy, 
Ywr ^tnd ftme dif miter from be.iury > 
f^t fweet it the blitt of j coj»/ugaI kJCs, 
K^09 ^x mln^Ict pJcjifurc with duly. 



SONG 426. 

J-JOW oft, my Clara, hsa thou faid, 

(The fondnefs of the heart 10 prove) 
That Twitcher was thy deareft hirnd, 

Nor «ouldil thou frek ailothei loye. 
And by thofe lips tiiAC fwretly Avorc, 

And by t'lofc p>es that rtiine fo biight, 
I ne>r lov*d wonun fi before. 

For Clara is my foul's deltjrht. 

Thrn let me prrfs thofe ruby lips» 

And on that lovely bread repofe; 
Exhaling fragrance from thy breathf 

Fragrance that far excels the rofe. 
Thei let us fpend the lire-long day, 

And thus the tedious night heguiie i 
The cares of (^ate I (hall not feel. 

So Clara fing, and Clara fmile.' 



SONG 427. 

ak hym^ial cantata. 

Recitative. 

J-JENCE care and forrow, hence all jarring 

f^rffe, 
Let mirth abound, n^w Harriet is a wife; 
Let dit'cord, enmity, and envy, ceafe. 
And nought be fcen but love, content, and 

peace. 
And may henceforu-ard each conft-nting pair 
Such fatisfad^ion in iheir.npptials iharc. 

Air, 

May the joyous and gay, who are prefent each 
da\. 

Be ftrangert to forrowful th'nkirp; 
May rv'ry one bp j^uod-huniour'd i«nd free, 

While prurience diref^s us in d.inking. 

Let your bucks then declare, who, to fubdue 
the fjir, 
New fclirnies are continually trying, 
Ho>v fokin they arc cloy *d, wl.cn the obJs6l*s 
enjiy'd. 
And condemn the weak fair for compl}ing. 

Then fwaint learn to love, if you'd happineft* 
prove, 

Not the bloominp young maidu'n for beauty. 
But the girl who with care ha*: nvrided the fnare. 

Nor yields till commanded by duty. 

Then let's fill 119 the ^UC»\ tavj tx^K^^vcc^ 

Like Uairct, contttxtxr-i^vtv^^^tv^^-^N ^ 
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Recitative. 
The lovely U'lr, as near her lord advanc^d^ 
A fmUe upan him uyifliingly gUnc'd^ 
Confli^ing paflion? glr)w wirhin her breaft, 
7*ili poteuc love thele i^entiments exprefs'd i 

Air. 
Was ever a maiden (o happy as me^ 

Who daily, with pleafure, can view 
The man whom I chofe, a foe to docoit^ 

So worthy, (o artleli, fo true 1 

O may, then, e^ch fiir, who to mtrrtage 
confents. 
Be biefs'd with a huih^nd like mine j 
For when with the kajid we the heart inter- 
change, 
Love then is a paflion divine. 

]Uet all thofe who think to be happy in life. 

This maxim for ever repun^ 
jjbo* vice, for a time, may our reafon beguile^ 

The offspring of fol)y is pain. 

^ut, ah ! how reverfe is the ftfte of the fair, 
Whofe heart is in |»ondage at eafe ! 

for love is refin'd in the marriage embrace^ 
And virtue is certain to pleafc. 



SONG 418. 
.Written by Mr. Huciiis« 

CONSTANTIA, fee! thy faithful flave 

Dies of the wound thy beauty gayci 
Ah ! gentle nymph, no longer try 
From fond purfuing love^p fly. 

Thy pity to ay loye iqnpart ; 
Pity ihy bleedingi aching heart; 
Regard iTiy flghs, and Rowing tears. 
And with a fmile remove my fears. 

A wedded wife if thou would'ft be, 
By facred Hymen joinM to me, 
ErC'vet the weflern fun decline. 
My hand and heart fliaJl both be thine. 



S O N G 429. 

f.OVt 4ND AFPECTION. 

$ong at Vauxmall. 
^^HEK youth mature, to manhood grew. 

Soon beauty. touched my heart; 
From vein ^o yein loye*s lightning fleW| 

With pieafiog painful fmarti 
My bofoori dear content forfook^ 
And footh'd the foft dejedion; 
The melting eye. the (peaking Iook| 
Prov'd love and fweet aflTe^on. 

fJn«s*d to vts which win the fair, 

Wh^t couJd a ihepherd do ? 
And to fu'omic to fad defpair. 
Was not the way to woo* 
At length I cold the lovely mtiif 
^^P *^ '^^ V no objection 
T^^^ (f^hiU round herhmbkhn pJay'd) 



A blufli my ChIoc*s cheek bedeck'd, 

A blufli ilcvoid of ^uile. 
And whit from me can you expedi? 

She anfwer'd, with a fmilr. 
How many nymphs have been hetray*d. 

Through want of cairn Tfie^ion? 
Then don*t my peace oi mind invade 

With love and fweet affe£lion. 

Dear maid, I cry'd, miflru/l me not. 

In wedlock's bands let's join} 
Affy kids, my kine, my herds, my cot. 

My foul itfeif is thine. 
To church I led the charming fair, 

To hymen *s kind protection; 
And now life's dearefl joys we ihare. 

With love and fweet aflfedion. 



SONG 430. 

Sung in the Caprich&s Ltvtru 

Y^HEN the head of poor Tummus was brokt 

By Roger, who play'd at the wake. 
And Kate was alarm'd at the ftroke. 

And wept for poor Tummus's fake; 
When hit worfliip gave noggins of ale. 

And the liquor was charming and ftoutj 
O thefe were the times to regale. 

And we footed it rarely about. 

Then our partners were buxom as does. 
And we all were as happy as kings; 

Each lad in his holiday cloaths, 

^ And the Iafl*es in all their befl things: 

With merriment all the day long! 

May the feafl of our Colin prove fuch; 

Odsookst but I*ii join in the fong, 

And rU hobble about with my crutch. 



SONG 431. 

»AMON AKD DELIA. 



§EE, charmer, fee, yon myrtle grove, 

. So fragrant, frefli, and gay. 
Invites my Delia, queen of love. 

To hail the infant May. 
Hear how the painted choirifts finf 

The love-inviring flrain; 
The fpring-clad v;ilcs with mufic rinf| 

Have pity on my pain. 

Delia. 

By Strephon^s fond perfuafive ftrain 

Poor Lucy was undonr ; 
And, toother eve, upon the plain, 

1, ihepherd, met with one. 
Who flopt me with ezpreflhre fighs^ 

And cry'd, flie was bereav'd 
Of what young maidens moflly prize ^ 

That Damon had deceivM. 

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1 fwear *tM falfe ; may I not thrive 
(Autumnus yield no gain) 

if e'er, by flactVing words or arts, 
I Ample maids beguile ; 

^Tia tnitk my artlefs tongue impartf> 
J live in Delia's fmilr. 

DlLIA. 

Fond fliepthcrd, doubt* I muft fuftaiay 
My bolbm fwellt with care, 

Lefty when Tve pity'd Damon*s pain. 
He ikooid his love forbear. 

Damon, 

Sure HeaT*n intended for delight 
That graceful form of thine ! 

N09 no, my maid, I cannot flight. 
Nor e*er my love decline. 

Delia. 

May ev'ry day your love renew ! 

You wife and wifer be; 
Our fleecy care let's each purfue, 

Both happy whilft we're free. 



SONG 432. 

ADT1CX TO MOBIRN PATRIOTS. 

Written by the Epitor. 

Y^ ^H^ politicians, whoVe never content, 

But always look cbearlefs and glurii } 
Ceafe troubling your pates, for ye ne'er will 
prevent 
The minjfter's efforts to hum* 

When be brinRS in his bill, and gives fign for 
the aid 

Of thofe whom you juftly call fcum. 
However contemptuonfly they are furvey'd. 

All your oppofition's but hum. 

Then what careth he for his country's fate. 

So himfelf can procure a plum ! 
While he and his minions enjoy their eftate, 

They laugh at the fools vvhom they hum. 

So give o'er this ftrife, which muft always prove 
▼ain, 
And henceforth be filent and mum ; 
F^r— when t.he)'ve enough-^tbey'll be honeft 
a^ain. 
But never, till then, ceafe to hum* 



SONG 433. 

THE HAPPY SKXPKSID. 

Sung at Ranelagh* 

"^ITH Phillis I'll trip o'er the meads, 

Aad haftcn away to the plain) 
Where Aepherds attend with their reeds* 

To welcome my love and bet fwain : 
TkeUrk it exalted in air, 
Th€tt^aet6oft perched on the CmtWfi 
Om hmbe itaad in oee4 of our care* 
Them la: vtt^t lengthen 4eiayt 



What pleafures I feel with my dea'r, 

While gamefome young lambs are at iport^ 
£xc:rd thede.ights of a peer, 

That fliines wiih I'uch grandeur at court i 
When Colin and Sfrephon go by. 

They form a difguif«>. for a while; 
Tlicy fee how I'm bleft with a figh,' 

But envy forbids them to fmile*' 

Let coortiers of liberty prate, 

T'enjoy it take infinite pains } 
But liberty's primitive ftate 

Is only enjoy'd on the plains f 
With Phillis I rove to anrf fro,' 

With her my gay minutes are fpent^ 
*Twas Phillis firft taught me to know. 

That happinefs flows from concent. 



SONG 



4;4. 



'PHE whimflcal lover's a prcv to all cate, 

Fol derol lol, Arc* 
He*s loft to himfelf when heilghs for the fairf 

Fol derol lol, ftc. 
Hedreams all the day, and he wakes all iht night^' 
His forrows are lafting, but fliort his delight* 

Fol derol lol', Ac- 
Let my pretty Molly go round with the toaft^ 

Fol ceroi loi, ice. 
I'm bleft if (he's mine, and the fame if flie'sloft) 

Fol derol lol, kt, 
TTthe fljould love me, I'm furc flic'll prove true j 
And if flie ihould alter, why fo can T too. 

Fol derol lol, tec. 

Shou'd flie prove inconftanr,why fliould 1 be fad? 

Fol derol lol, Sec* 
'Tis time to grow wifer, and not to run mad/ 

Fol derol lo!, ftc. 
If fli; proves conftant, flie'U honour my lovef 
And the lofs of a jilt is a bleflhig, by Jove. 

Fol derol lol, tec* 

The lofs of a miftrefs fliall never deftfoy 

Fol derol lot, Ssc* 

The happy tranquility which 1 enjoy j 

Fol derol lol. Sec* 

Tor againft all thefe evils I'll alwayf prepare 

IndifT'rence, that fovercign cure for all cxrt* 
Fol derol lol, 4se*' 



SONG 435. 

SungatVAtEKALLi 

QENTLE gales, in pity bear 

My fighs, my tender flghs away) 
To my cruel Screpbon's ear 
Ail my fofc complaint) contey. 

Near fome moflfy fountain's fide. 
Or on (ome verdant bank recltn'd^ 

Where bubbling ftreams in murmurt tilde. 
You wili the dtat deV^idtt fitw4k 

Gentle f:»\e^,\n ^\i^ \>f\T 

To my CTvieV Stte^Vioiv' \ ^ w 

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Tell thf f^lCc one how I mourn, 
Tfll him' All my pains and woesf 

TcU, ah! tell him co retuin, 

And bring my wounded heart repofe« 

Gentle gales, in pity bear 

My fighs, my tender Hghi awaj{ 
To my cruei Screphons car. 

All my (btt compialncs convey. 



SONG 436. 

BLITHX COLIN. 

Written by Mr- Hawkins. 

Sung at Ranelacm. 

B Y the <lde of the fweet River Tay, 

Or elfe on the bnnks of the Tweedy 
Voun^ Colin he whiffles all day. 

Or merrily pipes on hit reed. 
His miod it a Granger to care. 

For he is blithe, bonny, and free; 
At harveft, at wake, and at faJi, 

No Twain it fo cheirful as he. 

At eve, when virt dance on the grefin, 

How fprightly he joins in the throng) 
So pteafing his air and his mien^ 

So gaily he trips it along! 
The lafTcs his manners adore. 

And A rive his aflc^ons to gain) 
When abtent, for him they depioae, 

All figh for the fmiles of the fwain. 

But I am the girl to his mind, 

He chofc mc abo»c ail the reft, 
And vows that to me he'll be kind. 

With mc he will ever be bicft. 
The maidens ail envy my blift, 

And teil me I'm Ample and vain ; 
Yet I'm nui uifpiejlrd at ihis. 

Nor heed tbcir coutccipt and difdain. 



SONG 437. 

tOMETHING NBW. 

Sungac Vauxhall, 

J.N all mankind's promifcuout race. 
The Tons of error ut^t their chace. 
The wondrous to purfuc; 
ATid, both in country and In town, 
Thecariout courtier, cit, and clowil. 
Solicit fomething new. 

The poets ftill from nature take, 
And what it ready-made they make 3 

Hiftoriant mnft be true : 
How therefore ihall we fiM a road. 
Thro' diHertation, fong, m 0*?^' 

To give you fomething new f 

They fay virginity it fcarce 

As any thing in profe or v^e^ 

And fo /> honour too : 

The paper$ of the dny imply, 

X<? mare thsn thnt we Ih'c '^Lnd </>, 

A nj pay for fomething a -w. 



Wie fee alike the wo* ful d^j'^th 
tn fficiancliuly, cw in rrirth; 

What, then, ih.iil ladies do' 
Seek virtue as th* immortal priz: 
In fine, be h^^nsf^, and be wife^ 

For that is fomething new. 



SONG 438. 
Sung at Vavxhall, 

YE beaux and ye wll«. 
Ye courtiers aid c ts, 
Attentive to pleafure*^ gay call; 

Cw'mc, revel away, 

For this is the day ; 
She criet— Hark* awuy to Vauxi'all f 

Here mufic you'll find 

To enliten the ininu. 
That never your fanc'cs can pall j 

Then, lads, come av^ay. 

And laffes be gay ; 
Hark— pleafure invites to Vauxhall. 

Swret nymphs, grave or gay, 

Quite fxc'ii of the pl-'V, 
And cioy'd with each op'ra ;ind ball j 

Come here, change the kene, 

Hail plc.ifure's gay qncn ; 
She cries — Hark I away tu Vauxhall ! 



SONG 439. 
Sung in Artax€rxes, 

'pO figh and complain, 

Alike 1 difoain, 

Contented my wifh to crjoy : 

1 fcom to reflcCl 

On a lady's nrgk£t. 
Or baiter my peace tor a toy. 

In love, as in w^r, 

I laugh at a fear; 
And if my proud enemv yield, 

The joy that rem.nns, 

Ji 10 lead her in chaiij<. 
And glean the rich fpoils of the f.rld. 



SONG 44c. 

A MARTIAL SONG. 

Writun by Mr. Mayor. 

'pO arms, to arms' Brirannia tails; 
Awake, ye fov'ieignk of rne main) 
Lo! treach*ry bids the faithlefs Gtuls 

Prefume upon your native reign. 
Rule, Britannia; Britannia, rule the waves; 
Biitons never will be Haves. 

Can free>born fpirit (ink fo low. 

To ihudder at a race of flives.' 
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o]]y*t baicf inglorious fway, 
once unclouded annaU ftain; 
lorn pointed out the W4y, 
- fonc their fplendor would rtfamt 
ttle, Britannia, &c. 

thatn, fir*d with hont(t rayc, 
lid rouft ere courage of this iflej 
iFt ditgt zee fiosi memVy's page, 
I make tx^nn^ ctinmerce fmiU. 
ulcy Britannia, Sec, 

: bled the man, ordain 'd to fiire 
fe nation?, in this dieary hour; 
Ice the fljoie that Heav*n firft gave> 
tl our frars, and raife our pow'r. 
•uley Bricanoia, Arc. 

siTin,^ furgei ceafe to roar, 
prail'e (hail giac; the roll of famej 
future a^rs feel no more 
pcefent weaJcnefs, and our ihame* 
Britannia; Britannia, rule the waves} 
s never wjil be flaves. 



SONG 44J. 

LADY*S CHOICC OF A HUSBAND. 

Written by Mr. T. An nit. 

lave a man rf fenfe and air, 
»e pride of cv'ry witty fVir j 
el in make, in ftacure tail, 
tn me, and good to all. 

wder'd, filly, flatt*ring beau, 
>f good feni: doth nothing know : 
1 of fcien^e. C»nd of books, 
i temperas equal to his looks. 

tlous fears Vd have annoy 
leafing profpr^ of our joy} 
life a fcene uf lave may be 
t dear youth, the world, and me. 

ve this m*lJ and gentle youth 
d with wifdoro, g'iice, and truth j 
t for wealth. Mi not repine, 
has nune, Til give him mine. 

n*rous gods I I a(k no more ; 
h a man \ou've got in ftore, 
*fli dcferving, fpeak your tnind, 
ta him for e^er joined. 



SONG 441. 
Sung at Mary BON B. 

A HUNTING SONG. 

RK^ hark )e, how echoes the horn in 
tkevale, 

e notes do fo fpnrtin:>Iy dance en the gaJe, 

arm as U bartvr, tor ignoble reft, 

»ys which true plea(ure can nife in the 

venAt 

fOMJag if fair, and iti labour with day, 

9er/o£thchunri.p4a is, hdtk. haik, 

i/: 



Then wherefore defer we, one momeiU« ouf 

jOVSj 

HaAe, hafte^ let's away, fo to korfe, my have 
boys. 

What pleafure can equal tfie joys of the chacc» 
Where meaner delights to OBOre noble give 

place f 
While onward we preft, and each forrow defy. 
From V4lley to vulley. re-echoes the cry : 
Our joys are all (lerling, no lorruw we fear* 
We bound o*er the lawn, and look back onolt 

care; 
Forgetful of labour we Irap o>r the mounds^ 
Led on by tlie horn, and the cry of the bounds. 



SONG 443. 

Sung BtVAUXMALL. 

\YHERE new-mown hay, on winding: Tay^^ 

The fwects of fpring difclofeSy 
As 1 one morning finging lay 

Upon a bank of rufes. 
Young Jamie, whiiking o*er the me«d» 

By grud luck chanc*d to fpy mt^ 
He took his bonnet off his heady 

And gently fat down by me. 

my bonny Jamie, O ! 

1 care not tho* the world ihould know - 
How dearly I love Jamie, O ! 

The fwain, tho*^ right mickle pHse, 

Yet now I wad na ken hi my 
But with a frown my heart difgais*dy 

And ilrave away to fend him ; 
But fondly he ftill nearer prefs*dy 

And, at my feet down lying. 
His beating heart it thumped fa fefty 

1 thought the lad was dying. 
O my bonny Jamie, &c. 

But (lill refolving to deny, 

And angry accents feigning, 
I often roughly fhot him by, 

With words fu* of difdaining ; 
He feiz'd my hand, and nearer drewy 

And gently chiding a* my pride. 
So fweedy did the Aiepherd woo, 

I, blufhing, vow'd to be his bride. 

my bonny Jamie, O ! 

1 care not tho* the world diould know 
How dearly 1 love Jamie, O ! 



S O N C- 444. 

\YHF.N Calliope and Clio to Britain's rude ifle 

i'::tcluuce once a viliting came, 
AU then was confufion, till they deignM to 
fmlle. 
And hold hefe the ftandard of fane. 

In procf fs of time, by the mufea grand aidy 

Our illand extended her fway 
O'er empires *n4W\tv%Ac.\Ti^ \ 'cv^\^,•^\ vit^xtv'^n. 

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fowM 
It was certain to propagate feed. 

Thai favour*d, we'll fpurn at the fcrojla of 
the age. 

And their impotent boaftingt defpife; 
For eoYy, and rancour, what ills they prefagej 

On chemfeivei are moil certain to rife. 



SONG 445. 

ROaAL PaOSFXCT. 

Written by Mr. Limoine. 

^OW gilded grOTCSy with verdore cladf 
Refledl bright Phoebus* golden beamiy 
While his celeftial glories flame 

Down the tranilucent filver ftreams. 
Lo ! as Aurora onward moveif 

His fleecy flocks the fliepherd-fwain 
Drives from their folds in joTial glee. 

And whitens all the Terdant plain. 

la yonder gay» enamePd mead. 

The flarling plumes his golden wings» 
Then towVing up the asnre height^ 

He mounts fubliAe', and foaring fings. 
Wyfeoh of the wave^ fwett Naiad hear. 

White thy clear water's bank along. 
With carelefs fteps 1 pleaflng ftray. 

And warble fonfa my youthful fong* 

Here could I ever, ever rove, 

And quit the world*s contentious fcene j 
What joy» with innocence and truth. 

To wrap me in your charmiqg green! 
Bot fate and fortune, adverfe, call. 

And fnatch me to the bufy throng) 
Adieu, then! rural fweets» adieu! 

And ceafe, thou dear, deluding fong* 



S O N G 446. 

COMTXNTMXNT. 

Written by Mr. Ma vol. 

SECiyBST£R*D far from publick iife> 

From giddy mirth, and noify flrife; 

From headftroog paflions, vain deflres i 

From envy, pride, and guilty fires j 

From cares and fears for ever free, 

'0,fwcet ConteotxBcat, let me live Viththee. 

Tbioc are the joys that never fail { 
Thine is the placid, conftant gale, 
That bids us fmile at frequent fliocks 
Of dang*rous fyrts, and latent rocks ; 
And fince I crave thy fmiles alone, 
Come, in my breaft, trt€t thy lucid throne* 

sGolconda*s gems, and flaming mines, 
Where, fttr from day, the dVmoai fliines} 
Pentwima momatMim neheA ore, 
^af trmMfart of the goUen (koie, 

^t bcS mere fmrM mart foUnAU 



The palace deckt with regal ((ate; 
The vain parade of all the great; 
The title, penfion, or the gown, 
The flar, the garter, or the crown. 
Without you as a conftant gueft. 
Leave their puflenbrs joylefs and uableft* 

What's thy delight, Contentment, fay. 

With what condition wilt thou flay^ 

If grandeur often wooes in vain, 

Wilt thou adorn the rural plain ! 

Wilt thou vouchfafe to blefs the cot 

Where poverty obtains it's ftill unenvyM. lot? 

*Tir here I fee thy fpfendor^s beam ; 

'Tis here thou rolPft thy cieareft ftream; 

'TIS here thou flieddeft, in dif^ruife, 

The pureft joys beneath the flcies ; 

And from thy libVal hand here flow 

Such fweets aa fceptr'd monarchs feldom know. 

Come, then, inftruA me how to fleer 
Thro' fmiling fortune, and fevere : 
With thee the turf-built cot would pleafe. 
The flow'ry banks, and fliady trees ; 
And for thy fmiles, thou nymph divine, 
rd high purfuits, without a figh, refign. 



SONG 447. 

Song in the Prodigtl Son, 

QREAT God, while fuppliant thus we bend^ 
Thy kind, thy gracious hearing lend 

To this our fervent prayV I 
O may our fire^s remaining day 
Enjoy a foft, a calm decay. 

His eve fcrenely fair 1 

But if difeafe, with venom*d dart. 
Or forrow, wound the revVend heart 

Of thofe who gave us breath ; 
Let us their deftin'd anguifli Hiare, 
Prevent or dry each painful tear. 

And fmooth the bed of death. 

Cuoavs. 

What desr. delight the duties bring, 

Wherein thus daily we engage : 
From filial love what comforts fpring. 

To warm the hearts of fliiv'ring age ! 



SONG 448. 

A TSir O'sa THX GIXXN; a FASTOHAt. 

Written by Mr. Hawkiks. 

QNE day, o'er the green as I tript it along, 

A gentle young ^epherd pafs'd by{ 
He play'd on his pipe, and fo fweet was his fong. 
He made my poor heart for to figh. 

He called me back to fit by him awhile. 
The fwiin I could fcarcely deny ; 

So Cweetly Ke look'd, and he gave me a fmifeg 
WbicH ctta&'d in« ft^\W m«c« ^T>t \n ^^« 

«^ Ai/ii, dewoid of thee, 1 Thenftfii|jKt\i*tiim^%fttnft>Mi^^v««t"*>^>ufe 

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I my heart I was pleafed at this, 
e made me to flutter and figh. 

le loir*d mr, and fomething befide, 

nuft not repeat, by the bye, 

young ihepherd my condoA fliould 

t 

: mt for ever to 6gh. 

to take me next week to the fair, 
' fine things he will buy, 
id ribbands to ftick in my hair; 
Ul be fo ibewy as 1 ? 

he Twain (honld make me his wifey 
him ail meant I will try; 
lithfol, and love him for Viftf 
mt until that I die. 



SONG 449. 

AIM BANPt; A CANTATA. 
RXCITATITI. 

M warm feafon when farmert reap 

:h cttixen claps on his horn ; 
lights of a mufter his fpiritt abound, 
t fear he fleers to ch' Artillery 

( all the regiment, the colonel and 

nd b:g looks ingenioufly vrrapt in. 
with age bent, a very fad things 
: and hobble like pigs in a ftringj 
hour is wafted, or near, 
ht from left, and the front from 

i 

ncc of buftle theyVe jumbled to- 

td porter, the beau and his feather; 

ng with drink, and fome hobbling 

ns, 

ng their heads as if groping for 

he commander for filence roars 

It •ddreiTes the whimfical rout. 

Air. 

tjcc of what you*re about 
Jier thoughts defpife ; 
r never Aould be out, 
now hit exercife. 
Jiat would acquire fame^ 
i much in arms delight; 
ncTerlafting name, 
>old fliine forth in fight* 

RSCITATIVS. 

en thn drummers beat an alarm, 
il^Cthe field they cry, Arm— Arni 

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Then, thus the command U* to rank and t» 

file. 
With looks fo inporunt, wou*d make a dog, 

fmile. 

Air. 

Make ready, my boyt, 

And well ram your powder} 

*Twiil make the more noife. 
And found much the louder. 

RXCJTATIVE. 

The captain then holding his cane up en hig|i^ 
Cries, Fire mj ladt, and let your wadf fly; 
But popt down his noddle almoft to the graiftt 
For fear that a bullet (hould fly in his face ; 
Or leaft the fierce flame, that admiu ao re- 

flraining, 
Should burn hit fine wig, kept on purpofc for 

training t 
Then their dmmt and their muf^uett at onctt 

ceafe to rattle. 
And thttt if concluded the bioodileft hattk» 
The fight being ended, the power is oV, 
And the chief now but counfela, vko «Hcr*4 

before. 

All. 

My ladt, you\e done well j 

In fight you excel, 
And are heroes in wars and alarms | 

Pray, go home to your wives* 

Thofe^^ who've not loft their tirth 
And revel and balk in their arms. 



SONG 450. 
Sung in the S§retnr* 
^ Damom. 

Q AST, my love, thine eyet around. 

See the fportive lambkini play ^ 
Nature daily deckt the ground* 

All in honour of the May: 
Like the Sparrow and the dove, 
Liften to the voice of love. 

Florella. 

Damon, thou haft found me long 
Lift*]iing to thy foothing tiic; 

And thy Toft, perfuafive^tongue 
Often held me in the dale : 

Take, oh ! Damon, while J live. 

All which virtue ought to give. 

Damon. 

Not the ▼trdure. pf Uvi g/Qre^ 
Not the gjirdMl's faiteft flowV; 

Nor the meads where lovers rove, 
Tempted by the vernal hour ; 

Can delight thy Damoa*t eye, 

IfF^re^if DOtby. 

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Not the frather'd fowgi^crs all. 

Nor the flute's meiodlout IbiiAdy 
Can deiighc FlorelU*8 ear, 
if her Damon is not hear* 

Both* 

Let OS love, and let at live 
Like the chearful feoibn gaj; 

Banifh care, and let ttt give 
Tribute tp the fragrant May s 

Like the fparrnw and the dove, 

Liften to the v^ice of love. 



SONG 45'- 

CaVKL CUPIDS A ROKDBAV. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

^RUEL Cupid! why diftrefs me ? 

Why with fighs my bofom fltU 

Come, fond urchin, toimprefsme, 

Make my flutt'ring heart lie flill. 

7i>rce ne nnt to pine and languiib 
For a falfe and fickle fwain, 

Who triumphing o*er my anguifli, 
Leaves me thui in grief and pain. 

Virgins, be not too believing, 
Shun the vile, inconilant fex; 

Man was born to be deceiving, 
Foolifli women to perplex. 



SONG 452. 

Written by Mr. Mavor. 

2 E FORE the morn*s empurpling li^ht 
Has chac*d the fombrc ihadei of night. 
My reftlefs thoughts to Njncy rove. 
And fancy paints the maid 1 love. 

Wh^^ from the chambers of the Eslf 
In all his mildelt glories dreft, 
The beauteous rifing-fun 1 fee, 
J think his beams lefs ^«ir than Ae. 

The flow*ry vefture of th« 6eMs, 
The Aaroing gems rich India yields, 
Art far lefs gnteful to my eye 
Than when my deareft maid is ntgh* 

The fragrant rofe^s orimfon dyes, 
* Fade at the luftre of hei fiyess 
And as o'er banks of AowVs lh« |rcad|» 
They feel her charms, and 4roop their heads. 

Ye gteat, ambitious, and ye vain, 
l^efs yottr wiflif I9 an^ f^ur sain } 



All other pleafures I refijrHr 
Be deareft Nancy only mme. 

BIcft with her love, I would df fy 
Mjiliguant fa?c, and rnvy ily j 
An<l pa s thro* life wichout a care, 
A figh, a murmur, or a fear. 



SONG 453. 

SUMMXa. 

Written by Mr. Lemoinz. 

^LL nature lool^s g.-ty, 
VVhile birds on each fpray 
Re-echo fwcct harmony round} 

The lily and rofe 

Their beauties difclofe, 
And daifies enamel the giound. 

The meadows look green. 

No fjrrjws are fcen, 
Each garden's enraptur'd with joy j 

Bright murmuring riiJs, 

That circle the hiJIf, 
Yield pleafures that never can cloy. 

The fnowy-flecc'd Umbs, 

Befide of theif dams, 
Pafs merrily all the glad day; 

While hufbandiuen fweat. 

By the wonderful hi5at 
Of Pboebus's powerful ray. 

And tho' the fpring's fle'd. 

We've fummer ini^cid. 
With charn:9 that enl:vcn the foul : 

Sr> nothing but r.iitth 

Inhabits our earth, 
From latirude->nought, to the pole. 



SONG 454. 
Written by Mr. Garrtck. 
Sung in Epilogue to the Ciandejiimt Ma 

J Hate all their -^onfenfe, 

Their Shakcfpea:es and Johnfo 
Their phys, and their play houle, and 

*'ris finging, not fym^; 

A fig for all playing, 
But playing, as we do, at cards. 

1 love to fee Jonas, 

Am pleased, too, with Com us; 
]^ach well the fpedator rewards : 

So clever, fo ne.<t, in 

Their tricks, aqd thejr cheating, 
|Jkc tbeoi we would fain deal our car 






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SONG 455. 

DOKCHISTKR-BftXlt. 

Written by the Bditob^ and (iccafioned by 
hit drinking fome estraordinary fine A'-- 
with his Friend J. MoKRiSfEfq. brewed b) 

' Mr. BowKR of Dorcbefter. 

IN thefe trooblefome times, when each 
mortal compiaini. 
Some praife to the mitn it moft certainly due, 
Who, while he finds out a relief for their pains, 
Supplies all his patients with good liquor too : 
Then attend to ray fong, and Dl make it 

tppcar, 
A rpecifick for all is in Dorchefter-beer. 

Would our ttiiniftry drink it, inftead o^ French 
wine. 
The bleiTed effect wt ihoiild quickly per- 
ceive ; 
tt would ih^rpen their (enfrt, their fpirits refine, 
And make thofe—* who now laugh at their 
folly-^o grieve- 
No Frenchman would dare at our councili to 

(beer, 
if the ftatefmeo drank nothing but Dorchef- 
ter-bceri 

B«t ilioold they [for ftatefmen are obftinate 

Chiflgt) 

NegleA CO comply with the wiih rtf my mufe, 

ifor regard a true Briton who honeftly fings, 

Our foldiert and failort will never refufe: 

Aa4, bclieye ihe, from France We have little 

to fear. 
Let tfaefe bat hive plenty of Dorchefter-beer. 

£*ca oor bretbrtii Mcroft the Atltntick, could 
thff 
Mat dr/ak of this Jiquor, would fooa be 

€0OtCJitS 



\nd quicker by half, I will venture to fay, 
Oui parliament might have fulfiUM their 
intent, 
if, indead of commiffionert, tediout and dear^ 
They had feat out a cargo of Dorcheftcr-becr. 

Then let each worthy Briton, who wiibes for 
peace 
With America'* fons, fill hit glafs to the 
biim, 

And drink—May our civil commotions fooii 
ceafe. 
And war with French perfidy inftant begirff 

May our friends never want, nor our foes e*er 
come near^ 

The pride of Old England, good Dorchefter- 
beer! 



SONG 456. 

THB ROVEK CHAINS b; 

Written by Mr. Mavob. 

QRE AT Love! I own thy pow'r fuprcmCy 

My mind has felt the dart 3 
No more the tranficory fiame 
Plays Umbent round my heart. 

Bright Nailty's charms the bofom fire. 

That erft was wont to rovej 
And fenfc and beauty now confpire 

To light an ardent love. 

Then wonder not to hear me vow 

That 1 can change no more ; 
Since flie has all Heav'n can beftow. 

Or fighing fwains adore. 

Thus nature, iz^ \o ^aA.x^t^j'^ ^fi\tw> 

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Till lighting on the bloomy rofe, 
Where eich fweet eflcncc joins, 

(Like me) the warmeft wi(h ihe fliows. 
To live where beauty (hines. 

SONG 457. 

Sung aC^Vavxhall. 

"y^HEN laft we parted on the plain^ 

Fond Damon feemM full lothe to go } 
He fctfs*d, afld fald. That (b«n again 

He*d come, and wou*d not leave me fo| 
For that, fayt he, the time ii near. 

And then, my love, I do defign^ ' 
Jt it the bell day in the year, 

To come and be your Valentine. 

I wifhM the tedioui hours to fly, 

And long*d the look*d-for day to fee $ 
And at the time then grew fo nigh. 

How bleft, thought I, will Nancy be ! 
The morning came, and at my door 

I heard a ooife, that fatd^Indine 
for once, dear girl, if never more. 

To rife and be my Valentihe. 

A thottfand fears di(lurb*d my mind, 
*Twat Thyrlia there, in Damon't Aead! 

I thought my youth was quite unkind. 

Nor knew what fhou^d be done or (aid. 

I hopM it cou*d not be a fin; 

In ff ite to Dambn, now not mine, 

J Jet tbe kinder Thyrfu in. 

And was that {hepherd*s Valentine. 

Nor what I did I now repent, 

For fickle Damon, foon as lighf. 
To Locy on that morning went, 

Nor has been fince from out her fight } 
And Tbyrfis, late but half-lovM fwaui. 

Is now both all and only mine ; 
I blefs the time, that once was ptin. 

He came to be my Valentine* 



SONG 458. 

Song at Ranilach* 

'P HE eye that beams with lambent light* 
The crimibm cheek, that glads the fight. 
The (hape, the mten, the air; 
With thefe, to foothe man*s mder bretft> 
With thefe, to be by bleAng bieft, 
Tlie gods adorn the fair. 

Hence each psetic genius fings ; 

Sweet beauty ti^es th* embofom*d ftringSy 

And wakes th' enraptur*d foul. 
Thejnagic pow*r of form and face, 
Ordain'd the gentler fex to grace, 

Refounds from pole to pole. 

But fhall not charms fo honoar*d lad ? 
Nof fooa Mt youth V ihort fammer^s paft, 
They're veiVdin time*i dr/gulfe. 
J^"'}'"^'^^ Flora's darling /fowV, 
TMatfcentw themmatic 6owV, 
Mtufs^ P(f^^^ fp />iw>in, mb4 Hen 



Then, ah, how vain is female prJcJef 
Shall die that's crown'd with fenfe confide 

In fuch uncertain pow'r? 
No, (he reveres the milder way, 
Refer«r*d, tho' free; tho* modeft, gay; 

And blooms to life's lall hour. 

Do thou, my fair-one, in whofe mind 
Each (ocial moral, virtue's joln'd. 

The nymph of ftn(c appear. 
Then, when the charms of youth are o*er. 
The wife will Celia flill adore; 

Thou*lt ftiil be lovely here. 



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459- 



JF *tit}oy to wound a lover. 

How much more to give him eafe; 
When his pafiion we dilcover. 
Oh, how pleafing 'tis to pleafeT 

This is doubly to eocharm him; 

Makes him proud to be a flave; 
Whac can more our worth inform him. 

Than to heal the wounds we gave? 

Thus the warrior fam*d in flory, 
Leading captive through the field, 

JuiUy merits double glory. 

Gently treating thofe that yield. 



SONG 460. 

Written by a Youko Gxntlemak, late ( 
WcAminfier-School. 

p OR thee, whofe ^arm tendernd*s loves 

At the found of my pleafures to glow^ 
Or, when forrow*s mild influence moves. 

Can melt in the foftnefs of woe; 
Where the horrors of winter may fpring. 

As o*er mountains we tremble along, 
Shall friendfiiip her offering bring, 

And chcar die rude path with her fon^! 

How fweet the refiedlions of peace, 

I and friendftip thoTe wifhes engage ! 
How pleafing to think on the eafe. 

The focial retirement of age ! 
To the feats which my Shenftonehas pUnn\ 

Each wifii of my bofom fball move; 
A fiow*r ne'er bloomed from his hand. 

But fbr friendfiiip, for virtue, and love. 

Here ict me retire for awhile; 

But ihould fortune hence fnatch me away. 
Unhurt, 'mid the defart I'll fmile. 

Nor the bludi of repining betray ; 
Soft friendfikip my footfteps fiuU guide. 

And teach me fame hamlet to chufe $ 
And health, rofy maid, by my fide. 

Shall breathe the pare air to my mole*' 

Here fpring her firft tribute (hall pay, 
Here CutnTneTV fitft. V»^\iU«4 combine f 

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Ictow tlie lovM ffitte of thy praire. 
Content *jnid fuch beauties to live. 

Bat hence, from tbefe emblems of joy^ 

Uaconfciout while virtue may rovr, 
Sboold death hit miU powers employ, 

Aad catch the lafl found of my love $ 
^u thine, on the grive of thy friend, 

Affiedion't fond tribute to rcarj 
O'er the foot (halt thou eagerly bend, 

And ralfe the young flow'r with a tear. 



SONG 461. 

TRK INCONSTANT SWAIN. 

Sung at Ranilagh. 

gENEATH this grove, this filont (hade. 

Come, Damon, to the gentle maid j 
What other nymph wou'd love like me ? 
For, oh, thouVt all inconftancy I 

Tea us*d to talk of love and bli fsy 
And often ligh*d my lips to klfs ; 
But roving now is fweetcr glee. 
For thou art all inconftancy. 

Here fragrant flow'rets fweetly fpring. 
The feather'd choir in concert fiogi 
Y'etvain is what I hear and fee, 
Siace Damon's all inconftancy. 

Tke am*rotti doves now bill and coo> 
Aad fo, falfe Damon, fo can you; 
Bit can*t like them contented be, 
Tky fole delight's inconftancy. 

Te fimple fair ! believe not man. 
They all proceed on Damon's plan; 
Then firom the fex your hearts keep free> 
AndlovCy like them> inconftancy. 



SONG 462. 

A BONOXAi;. 

Sung at Vadxhall. 

3HEPHERD, ceafe your foft complaining, 

I've a heart that Tli . ns difdaining : 
1 no bafliAil meanings want. 
All that virtue a/ks I'll grant ; 
Dtwn>caft looks, and frequent fighing, 
Diftaat awe, and vows of dying, 
All are fenfelafi. Who'd believe 
He would die, who ftill may live f 



SONG 463. 

g y a cool fnntain's ftow'ry fide. 

The bright Celinda lay ; 
Her looks Increas'd the fiimmer's pride j 
Her tyts the bloom of day. 

The rolct hlnfli'd with deeper red. 
To fee their charms out-done ; 

The Uliei funk beneath their bed. 
To fee fach rJvMl't ibowa* 

4 tfifioduOnQus Otwj 



Prepared to rifle ev'ry fweet. 
And ijp the balmy dew* 

Drawn by the fragrance of her breath. 

Her rofy lips he found; 
Where he in tranfports met his death. 

And dropt upon the ground. 

Enjoy, bleft bee ! enjoy thy fate. 

Nor at thy fall repine ; 
Each god wou'd quit his blifaful ftate. 

To Ihare a joy like thine. 



SONG 464. . 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

^HAT is he gone P and can it be? 

Ani is ftie then more fair than me ? 
The fight of her might give me pain; 
Bring her not near me, fickle fwain ! 
And fince that you can leave me fo. 
Go get you gone, for ever go. 

Oh, I in rage wou'd madly tear 
This gaudy ribband firom my hair; 
Thefe hated gifts I'd have him take; 
ril wear no baubles Tor his fake; 
I fcorn the gifts and hands untrue ; 
For her they well enough may do. 

How near was I, when with a kifs. 
He aflc'd my heart to anfwer yes I 
To hear him at the altar fay 
Vows heM have broke thefooneft day I 
There he may love and take his fill. 
And fwear to her juft what he will. 

A rival's pow'r I now defy ; 
She may be bleft, and fo will I ; 
Before 'tis long I'm fure to find, 
A Twain naore fuited to my mind; 
Then farewel, Florio, now, for good, 
I wou'd not have you if I cou'd. 



SONG 465. 
A free-mason's song* 

"^ H E N a lodge of free-mafons 
Are cloath'd in their aprons. 
In order to make a new brother. 

With firm hearts and clean hands. 

They repair to their ftands. 
And juftly fupport one another. 

Trufty brother, take care. 

Of eve-droppers beware, 
*Tis a juft and a folemn occafioi; 

Give the word and the blow. 

That workmen may know. 
One aiks to be made a free-mafofl* 

T}\e mafter ftands due, 

And his oflicers too. 
While the craftfmen are plying their ftatioAf 

The apprentices ftand 

RigUt for ibt convtfv^ti^ 
Of a free and au acce^Xtd TCaSmi% 

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JtnA revere the luthentic oration 

That !c.<is to the way, 

And yrztci ihc firft lay, 
Of the i'ght of an accepted mafon. 

Here's wordt, and here's figns, 

H'-r's pro:>lems and lines, 
An.l iiere's t )oi), cuo, for deep fpecuUclon } 

H** c virtue and truth 

A.e aught t the yourh, 
Wbrn firft he'k c^tlPo up to a mafon. 

Hieroglyphic^ (hine b ighc, 

Ano here light reverts light 
On tiie rules and the tools of vocation : 

We work and we Ong, 

The craft ^nd iHe king j 
'Tis both duty and choice in a mafon. 

What 1% faid or is done. 

Is here truly laid do.%n9 
In this forrp of our high inftallation} 

Yet I challenge all men 

To know what I mean, 
|Jnlefs he*s an accepted mafon. 

The ladies claim right 

To come to our light, 
Since the apron, they fay, is their bearing ; 

Can they fubj^.A their will. 

Can they keep their tongues ftill. 
And let talking be changed into hearing } 

This difficult taik 

Is the lead we can afk. 
To fceure us on fundry>occaf}ons j 

Wh^n with this they comply. 

Our utmoft we'll try 
To raife lodges for lady frce-mafons. 

Till this can be done, 

Mufteach brother be mnm. 
Though the fair-one (hoold wheedle or tei^e on ; 

Be juil, true, and kind. 

But ftiii bear in mind. 
At all times, you are a free-mafon. 



SONG 466. 

ON THK TAKING OF LOVISBOUKC 

STAND round, my brave boys! let os fing 
arid rejoice. 

We dread neither dangers nor fears; 
Cape Breton's our own, as fure as a gun, 

And Bofcawen's the braveft of tars. 

Tho* the fea ran fo high we cou'd hardly get high, 
And the furf made a terrible roai. 

We determined to land, tho* opposM from the 
ftrand; 
And we boldly went bump upon ihore. 

Soon their light-houfe we took, and their co- 
loofrw^ftrack. 
And onr red Englifli crofson it heighten*d) 
From their battVies they run, Britiih vengeance 

to /hua, 
For the monijeun were damnably frighten'd, 

Their Alps ofthffitif Arore to bau(k our dcfign 
^ft wa the hMrbour ire low'if j 



Wedamn'd their hot matches, foon dap^d dow^ 
their hatches, 
Burnt one, and out t'other wc towM. 

Then the govcrnoi Tent, to furrender, content 
T'l fave from deftruftion the towoi 
■ Lat he afk'd u& we granted, we had what we 
wanted, 
And L u'ibjurg all was our own. 

I "ever cou*d lau|{h at a (how fo by half, 
Ab to fee their lank foldiers and failorsf 

By Joie, my friend Will, I ihought then, and 
th't.k ftill, 
1 hey were nothing but journeymei\taylors« 

Such L,Io ousfuccefsallour wrongsmuilredrefs, 
Andlh-'Fiench on their man nw-bjne»k>.ingi 
Now lei's have a Jance, with )our ^au^tncrs ad- 
vance. 
And fo God blefs gre;:t George, our good 
king. 



SONG 467. 

"VE gods! that round fair Celiawair, 

From her bright eyes tn bring our fatej^ 
Bear to the nymph my fofieft figbsy 
And tell her, her adorer dies j 
But if that won't her pity move. 
And (he, proud thing, difdains to lore. 
Then let her know, 'tis all a lye, 
For haughty Strephon fcorns to die. 



SONG 468. 

QH, lovely Celia! heav'niy maid! 

Kind, gentle, fair, and free j 
In tiU thy fex's charms array'd. 

How few are form'd like thee? 
This image always fills my mind. 

The theme of ev'ry fong; " 
I'm fix'd to thee alone, I Hnd, 

But a/k not for how long. 

The fair in geo'ral I'^ admir'd. 

Have long been falfe and true ; 
And when the la(^ my fancy tir'd. 

It wander'd round to you. 
Thru ^^hile I can I'll be finc^re. 

As turtles to their mates ; 
This moment's your's and mine, my dear 1 

The next, you know, is fate's. 



SONG 469. 

THE KIKO LASS. 

'pO court me young Colin came many a mile) 

And oft by my fide he has fat ; 
His meaning 1 ofton re^uefted to know. 

And wonder'd what he wou'd be at. 
To gain me he faid many pretty foft things, 

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I coqM not )ie1p liughing fometimes, I declare, 

When h? fwore that he lov*d beyond roeafure ', 
|le'dklfsnie,tnd^-righing — he'd kifs me again, 

Protefting I wat his whole pleafure: 
When I b:d hiq) forbear-— my heart it faid— no, 

Twas not in my heart to deny ; 
And when he re^aelled, IF Td be his wife, 

That moment— I thought I ibou*d— -die. 

T)ie girl that fays no^ never meanp it as (o, 

Tho* feemipgly prodifh or fly; 
5he may fay ^hatihe will— but cannot difown 

That no— the word— ye»— does imply ^ 
Oft times as he walk*J be wou*d tell a love- 
taicy 

And vow, that for me be /hou'd die ; 
But rather than fuch a mifchance (hou'd e*er 
hap, 

I thonght rd much better comply. 

Ify heart all the time, how itp!ay*d pIt-a-pat, 

The minute he urg'd his re<]ueft ! 
And ify to be teix*dr— 1 thought any more, 

It wou'd, to the purpofe— -be beft. 
To the cHuich in the village next morning we 
went. 

All nonfenfe being over anJ done, 
tit prief! at ihe altar united our hands. 

And Coiin and I were nuce one. 



SONG 47Q. 

QH, how viin is ev'ry birlling. 

How infipid »ll our joys, 
life ho M Tittle worth pofT'lfing, 
But when love it's time employs! 

Love, the po'-efl', nobjeft pleafure. 
That the gods on earth h-/low. 

Adding wealth to ev r> treanire. 
Taking pain from evVy woe. 



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Sung at Ranilagh* 

T ET the philofophic wife 
^ Preach up ruie« the gay defpife; 
l.et the ho«ry -bearded fage, 
Cenfare follies of the age ; 
Yet while brilk the ifital tide, 
Pleafure, thou /halt be my guide ^ 
Live, oh, goddeSi ! live with me, 
All in dear variety. 

Dwell thOQ, love, within my bread, 

iuft enough to make me bl::ic ; 
>et thy iwects iocelTint fpring. 
But prute£l me from the fling} 
Be the pafiion unconiin'd. 
Under no reftraint the mind ; 
But like i)ir.^s, as t:>nd and free, 
PIcas*d with ear variety. 

Keep, oh, Plutus ! all thy wealth, 
piwe me compet<r.ice and health « 
^n /krrouMd* the miter's hoards 
fuasucjidt the fpeadthriiVf ^oard. 



Hacchus, in thy rofy bowl, 
Let me flake my thirfty foul ; 
Rut le: reafon wait on thee, 
Reafon prompts variety. 

Life on wings of joy ihou*d hade; 
GioMTty thoughts the minutes waile; 
We ihou'd banifli eare and fear, 
F^iq prcdcftines all things here. 
Haii tofriendfliip, beauty, wine, 
Thffe make tranfient life divine j 
May they ever live with me. 
All in dear variety. 



SONG 472. 
Sung at Vauxhall. 

YOUNG Jockey, who teiz*d me a twelve- 
month or more. 

Now holder Is grown than was mortal before; 

Hewhifp^rs fuch things as no virgin fliouldhear^ 

And he- preflcs my lips with a warmth I can*C 
bear. 

With ftories of love he would foften my mind» 
And his eyes fpeak a temper to mifchief inclined i 
Rut I vow not a moment Til truft him alone, 
\nd when next he grows rude I will bid hin| 
be gone. 

Of honour and truth not a word has he fpoke^ 
And bis anions d^larc ho thinks virtue ajokes 
Hr fhali fin J his milUkc, if he ventures to try s 
F>r, than >icld on fuch terms, oh! | rathisr 
woulJ die. 

With no creature bcfide he fuch freedom dare 

take; 
Vet the handfome and witty he quits for my 

fake : 
But how ^an 1 think that he loves me the beft f 
Or how can I love him who'd break all my reft? 

Oh! Jockey, reform, nor be foolifli again. 
Left youlofeafond hearlyou fliall never regains 
If you ciiange your uehaviour, and to chuida 

chufc Co go, 
ril forgive all that*s paft, and will never fay ncu 



SONG 473. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

LONG, long I defpair'd a young fliepherd tb 

find. 
Nor pioud of his merit, nor falfe as the win(f ; 
But at laft I have got a dear lad to my mind) 

Oh ! I never can part with my Willy: 
We hied to the altar laft Midfummer-day; 
\ blufliM all the while, and fcarce knew what 

to fay; 
But 1 vowM (I remember) to love and obeys 

Can I do any lefs by my Willy ? 

His breath is as fragrant as frefli morning air\ 
His face than t\\t \o^t\^ m^x^\>^^^N.t\V««.'n::^ 
And his Wvffcs ^.t* l>w«.t\— ^\v\ ^>iQ,t^^ "ii\ «wa.- 
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With him none pretends or to pipe or to play, 
But what tender foft things does the fhepherd 

not fay t 
With eafe, I am fare, he might Ileal hearts 
away: 
But ril never diftraft thee, dear Willy. 

When I droop*d all in pain, and hung down my 

head, 
How kindly he watched me ! what tears did he 

ihed! 
He ne'er left me a moment till ficknefs wasfied : 

Can I ever forget thee, dear Willy ? 
Shoold death from my fight tear the fliepherd 

fo true. 
Let him take, if he chafes, then, me away too j 
For why (hould ] tarry, or what could I do. 
Should I lofe fuch a lad as my Willy f 



SONG 474. 

CAY, lovely peace, that grac'd our ifle. 
Why you withdraw th' indulgent fmile? 

3s it, you fly the fons of fame. 

That they the pride of France may tauM ? 
For Mars is roua'd by war*s alarms. 
And calls the Britons forth to arms* 

Our chiefs, renownM upon the main, 
pnce more in arms /hine forth again^ 
Whofe fteady courage dares oppofe 
And ftem the pow*r of gallic foesi 
For Mars, Sec, 

What ftate but does it*s fate deplore, 
Whcre-e*er the Briti/h thunders roar? 
AH, all muft in fubjedlion bow^ 
And to Britannia*s fons 'tis due: 
For Mars, &c. 

As Rome of old her terrors hurPd, 
And proT*d the miftrefs of the worlds 
The globe itfelf muft fubjeA be 
To Albion's fons, who rule the fea : 
for Mars, &c. 

AHie^ arips to war*s great call ; 

l^repare to meet th* audacious Gattl} 

-And in return for all your toils, 

Jleturn with vidory and fpoiis: 
For Mars is rouz*d by war's alarms, 
And calls the Britons forth to arms. 



SONG 475. 

ON HUMAN LIFE. 

CINCE all mankind to bappinefs 

Lay fome fantaftic claim, 
*Tit ftrange, among fo great a crowds 
That all ihould mifs their aim. 

How were I bleft, (the Peafant cries) 
Had empire been my /hare I— 

Curft be this grandeur, (fays the Prince} 
The foorce of all my care ! 

Aa when foroe craggy cliff, from faf» 

With pleafore we funrey } 
And> with the diftant profped fir'd^ 
Str0iiht iAItkcr m$kt our wajy 



But find, at length, with pains arriT*d» 

It's tempting glory ceased { 
By defart barrennefs convinc'd 

The diftance only pleas'd. 

Thus our o'er heated fancies rort 

In all affairr of life : 
Her whom a miftrefs we adore» 

We naufeate when a wife. 

ril, to be happy, be' content. 
Nor break with care my fleept 

Blifs, like a fhadow, run or ftand. 
The felf.fame diftance keeps. 



SONG 476. 

P O R G I V E, fair creature, form'd to pleafe, 

Forgive a wond'ring youth's defirct 
Thofe charms, thofe virtues, when he fees. 
How can he fee, and not admire ! 

While each the other ftill improves ; 

The faireft face, the nobleft mind; 
Not with the proverb, he that loves. 

But he that loves you not, is blind. 



SONG 477. 
Sung in the Sluaker. 

\^HILE the lads of the village (hall meiv 
rily, ahl 
Sound the tabors, I'll hand thee along; 
And I fay unto thee, that verily, ah ! 
Thou and I will be ftrft in the throng* 
While the lads, &c. 

Juft then, when the fwain who laft year won the 
dow'r, 
With his mates Aall the fports have begun^ 
When the gay voice of gladnefs refounds from 
each bow'r. 
And thou long'ft in t^y heart to make one. 
While the lads, 8cc. 

Thofe joys which are harmlefs, what mortal 
can blame .' 
*Tis my maxim, that youth (hould be fr^t\ 
And to prove that my words and my deeds are 
the fame, 
Believe me, thou'lt prefently fee. 
While the lads, &c. 

It 

SONG 478. 

"^ff HAT beauteous fcenes enchant my fight \ 

How dofcly yonder vine 
Does round that elm^s fupporting height 

It's wanton ringlets twine ! 
That elm (no more a barren fiiade) 

Is with it's clufters crown'd ; 
And that fair vine, without it's aid. 

Had crept along the ground. 

Let this, my fair-one, move thy hear( 

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a blJfSf and joy to hear 
loves tky charms, 
god chat rules the year» 
ihy groves from harms. 

ith ihort-]iv*d paiUoos glo« 
Dains the fame 3 
(hy heart beftow, 
• cooftanc flame : 
ft*< uatimdy pow*r 
blooming fpring 3 
eei y from blafti fecorc, 
ed tribute bring. 



SONG 



479- 



at Sadlzr*s Wells. 
trephon, a ihepherd> the pride of 

tempting my kindnefs to gain : 
ccafiont his flame to renew 3 
, that his courting won't do. 

rich prefents to make me more 

in my praife all the wit of his 

:ag*dy and I wifh him to go; 
oft, till I rudely fay, No. 

ft Valentine^s day,the dear youth, 
ighced my faith and^ny truth j 
anaot peace and contentment be- 



t is another' 



beg he will 



Dt purchased with tides and gold, 
: that is honeft can never be fold ; 
ot for grandeur, but look down 

imaft haftea, noranfwerhim No. 

and, trembling all over, replies, 
refer not* he inilantly dies : 
s hand, and would force me to go 3 
ring, but boldly fay, No. 

him, in hopes of fweet peace; 
:ach moment to make me fay Yes: 
r, ye fair-ones, with Thyrfis I goj 
t at church, that I will not fay, 



SONG 4S0. 

OVNG COLIK. 

:olio was the bonnieft fwajn^ 
pip'd on floMf'ry plain, 
d upon the lee : 
tid, in game Tome round, 
o*er the flow'ry ground, 
ib blithe as he. 

lakf in yonder vale, 

ou heird the nightlngtkp 

ht rjui V ki$ voice I • 



Butj ah ! the youth was all deceit. 
His vows, his oaths, were all a cheat» 
And choice fucceeded choice. 

The maidens fung, in willow groves^ 
Of Colin's falfe and perjured loves; 

Here Jenny told her woes : 
And Moggy^s tears increasM the brook* 
Whofe cheeks like dying lilies look. 

That once out-bIuih*d the rofe. 

Unhappy fair, my words believe. 
So /hall no fwain your hopes deceive^ 

And leave you to defpair; 
Ere he difclofe his fickle mind. 
Change firft yourfelves, for, ah ! you*ll find 

Falfe Colins every where. 



SONG 481. 

Writtten by SiiAKztPBAftz. 

QRPHEUS, with kla lute, made treeif 
And the mountain tops that freeze^ 

Bow themfelves, when he did fing} 
To his mufic, plants and flowera 
Ever fprung, as fun and Aowers 

There had made a lafting fpring. 

Ev'ry thing that heard him play. 
E'en the billows of the fea, 

Hung their heads, and then lay by; 
In fii-eet miiiic is fuch art, 
Killing care, or grief of heart, 

Fall adeep, or hearing die. 



SONG 482. 

'J* HE Rtghttngale, who ttinee 

Her warbling notes fo fweet^ 
Mid ft ffawers ne'er prefumer 
To fix her mournful feat. 

Melodioufly ihe fings. 

While hawthorns pierce her breaif. 
Her voice fweet echo rings; 

And nature lulla to reft. 

'Tis thus the love-fick maid 
In penfiVe voice complains. 

Seeks out the lonely (hade, 
To Xell her endlefs pains. 

While there ihe breathes her miad^ 

The verdant hills around. 
By purling rIvMets twin*d. 

Reverberate the found. 



SONG 483. 

Q I D me, when forty winters more 

Have furrow*d deep my pallid brow; 
When from my head, a fcanty ft ore. 

Lankly the withered treftes flow; 
When the warm tide,^that bold and (txpng 

Now xq\\% \mveX\ioitt% o^« axvii It^%% ' 
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Nature, wl)0 formM the varied fcene, 

OF rage and calm, of froll and fircy 
Unerring guide, could only mean 

That age fhould reafon^youth deftre. 
Shall then that rebel, man, prefume 

(Inverting nature's law) to feixe 
The dues of age in youth's high bIooro>, 

And joii) impoHlbilitles? 

No !— let me wafte the frolic May 
In wanton joys, and wild excefs; 

In revel fport, and laughter gay, 
And nMrth> and rufy chearfulnefs. 

"Woman, the foul of all delights, 
' And wine, the aid of love, be near; 

AD charms me that to joy incites, 
And ev>y (he, .that's kind, is fair. 



SONG 484. 

''P I S now the noon of gloomy nighty 

When awful filence reigns ; 
And Luna darts her borrow*d light 
Along th* enamerd plains. 

In homely cots, the fleeping fwains 

Forget the toils of day. 
No longer (port in ruftic games } 

No lambkins fkip and play. 

Bttt I, alas ! a Granger grown 

To comfort and repofe. 
In vain to I^hebe make my moan) 

And tell my heart-felt woes. 

In that cold tomb my lover lies, 

(A youth fo good and juft) 
There, deaf to all my mournful cries. 

He moulders into daft. 



SONG 485. 

'^^OULD you wi(h o*er a maid to prevail. 

In fighs you your mind muft impart $ 
You muft tell her fome pretty love-tale. 
And fing what you feel at your heart. 

When, in pity, to love ihe*s inclined, 
And fondly believes all you fay, 

*Sure embrace her while fiie*s in the mind: 
There's danger in longer delay. 

O how happy could I be with you. 
United in wedlock's foft chain ; 

All the day we*d our pleafures purfue. 
And revel it over the plain. 

Would the fates only grant me bnt thiSf 
All^e cares of high life Fd defy; 

And, while thus we enjoyM the true blifsf 
How happy my Dicky and I ! 



SONG 486. 

/ Sung in jflmena* 

'yffHZS beauty, on the lover*s foul 
I/qpriati it'i fir(t and faJreft charmi| 
itfoon doea reMfon*t force controul, 
And er 'r/p»^on quite difan&s.^ 



*Tis beauty triumphs o'er the bravCy 

As ev'ry feature blooms divine; 
'Tis beauty makes the king a Hive, 
When in an angel's form, like thine. 



SONG 487. 

]^y roving heart has oft, with pride,' 

Dinblv*d love's filken chains; 
The wanton deity defy'd. 

And fcorn'd his fliarpeft pains. 

Rut f.om thy form, rcfiftlefe, ftream 
Such charms as mud controul ; 

In thee the fai re fV features beam. 
The nobleft, brighted foul. 

Pleas'd iathy converfe all the day» 

Life's fand unheeded runs ; 
With thee I'd hail <he rifing ray. 

And talk down fummer's funs. 

Our loves congenial ftill the fame. 
With equal force fh'all ihine. 

No cloy'd defires (hall damp the flame 
Which friendihip will refine. 



SONG 488. 

Sung at Vauxkall. 

fENDER virgins, (hun deceivers^ 

Who with bafe feducing arts. 
When they find you fond believers. 
Triumph o'er unguarded hearts. 

If a fickle fwain purfue you^ 
O! beware his fubtle wiles; 

All his aim is to undo ye, 
Ruin lurks beneath his fmiles. 

Let the youth^ whofe conftant pafiion 
Scorns the meannefs of deceit, 

Warm'd with mutual inclination. 
Render all your joys compleat. 



SONG 489. 

LOKD willoughby; an old balla 

TT HE fifteenth day of July, 

With gliftering fpear and (hield, 
A famous fight in Flanders 

Was foughten in the field : 
The moft couragious officers 

Were Englifh captains three; 
But the braveft man in kattle 

Was brave Lord Willoughby. 

The next was Captain Norris, 

A valiant man was he : 
The other Captain Turner, 

From field would never flee. 
With fifteen hundred fighting men, 

Alas ! there were no more, 
They fought with fourteen tlioufandj then 

Upon the bloody ihore. 
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Ali Htr ^* \ru rl hr, \nu h -.v m.-;:, 

Anj we yK}\] kfry t,\rm till? : 
Vvu muiV^upc 4nu CAliiver-inenf 

Do fott prove rrue to me, 
Mi be the rViremoft m»n in Aght, 
Sjijt brire Lord Willuughky. 

Ani then the b!o')dy enemy 

They fiercely did afTail, 
And tought it out mofV furioufly. 

Not do«b;ing to prevail; 
The wounded men on both Adei fell» 

Moft picious for to fee, 
Vet abcSiog could the courat;c quell 

Of brave Lord Willou|^)il) . 

Ferferen hours to lill men's view 

This fight endured fore, 
Uacil our men fo feeble g>ew 

That they could fighr no morcj 
And then upon dead horfet 

Full favourly they eat, 
And drank the puddle water. 

They could no beiUr get. 

When they had fed fc freely, 

They kneeled on the gruund. 
And praifed God devoutly 

For the favour they had found j 
And beating up their colours. 

The fight they did renew, 
And turning towards the Spaniardi, 

A thoufand more they flew. 

The iharp fteel- pointed arrowt, 

And bullets thick did fly; 
Then did our valiant foldieis 

Charge on soft furioufly ; 
Which made the Spaniards waver^ 

They thought it beft to Aee; 
They fear'd the ftnut behaviour 

Of brave Loid Wiiloughby. 

Then quo'k the Spaniih general, 

Gome let ut march away, 
1 fear we ihall be fpoilcd all 

If here we longer ftay; 
For yonder comes Lord NVilloughby 

With courage fierce and fell. 
He wilt not give one loch of way 

For all the devils in hell. 

And then the fearful enemy 

Was quickly put to flight, 
Our men purfo'd couragioully, 

And caught their forces quite) 
Bat at la/l they gave a Ihout, 

Which echoed througft the iky, 
Ood, and St. George for England I 

The conquerors did cry. 

This newt was brought to England 

With all the fpeed might be. 
And foon oiv gracious queen was told 

Of this fams victory t 
O diia ia brate Lord Willoughbyi 

My love that ever won, 
Of all the lords of honour 

'Til h* givcc deedi hiib dunr. 



And woiir^.i'J in the tray, 
The queen alJowM a penlicn 

Of tit'teen pence a day, 
And froai all cells and charges 

Siie quit and fet them free; 
And this Die did all for thr fake 

Of brave Lord Willougiiby. 

Then courage, noble Engliihmcny 

And never be difniay'd; 
If that we be but one to ten. 

We will nut be afraid 
To fi^ht w'lh forclun enemiesy 

And ft our nation fret: 
And thus I ciiJ (he bloody bout 

Of biave Lord Wiiioughby. 



SONG 490. 

Sung in Ati^tM* 

^H, happy hours, how fleeting 

Ye danc*d on down away; 
Whcn^ my loft vows repeating. 
At Daphne's feet I lay ! 

But from her charms when funderV^ 
As Mi.ius frowns prefagej 

Euch hour will feem an hundred. 
Each day appear an age. 



SONG 491. 

Sung at VauxAall. 

WO longer let whimfical foagfters compare 
The merits of wine with the charms of ths 
fair; 
I appeal to the men to determine between 
A tun-bellyM Bacchus aud beauty's fair queeil^ 

Thr pleafjres of drinking henceforth I refign» 
For tho* there is mirth, yet there's madnefs in 

wine : 
Then let not falfe fparkles our fenfes beguire, 
' Tis r!ie mention of Chloe that makes the glaft 

fmile. 

Her btauties with. rapture my fenfes Infpirei 
And the mpre 1 behold her, the more I a\imire ! 
But ihe charms of her temper and mind I adore! 
Thefe virtues (hall blefs me when beauty's no 
more. 

How happy our days when with love we engage ! 
*Tis the tranfpoft of youth; 'tis the comfort 

of ajte : 
Cut what are the joys of the bottle or bowl f 
Wine tic!:!es the tafte, love enraptures the ^oui^ 

A fir, ss he riots in liquur, will cry, 

The longer I drink, the more ihirfty am I. 

From tiiis fair conf'efilon 'tis plain, ny goed 

• friend, 
Vou'ie a i-jper eternal, and drink to no end* 

y*x4r big-belly'J bottle may ravifli your eye, ^ 
But how fooliih yov look when your bettlc it 

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From womani dear woman, fikctt pleafure muft 

fpring J 
Kay,the ftuicks muft own it, (be is the beft thing. 

Yet fomc praifes to wine ift may juftly afford ; 
For a time it will make one at great ai a lord : 
But woman, fof ever, giyes tranfport to man ; 
And V\\ love the dcMr fex— aye, a« long u 1 can. 



* S O K G ^2« 

Sung in the Golden Pippin, 

TF I have fome— little— beauty— i 

Can I help it?— no, not I— 
Some good luck, too— 'tiamy duty 

Gifts fo precious to apply. 
Nature— fortune— gave *em freely, 
Alld4^l t»fe 'em— quite genteelly. 
If the fmarts of the Iky 
Cringe, Ogle, arid figh. 
Whene'er Ipafa by J 
And cry, 
Look y* there! 
What an air! 
Gods, how fair 1 
Pray, why 
(To feed your ftarch'd pride) 
Muft I go and bide, 
Till you're made a bride? * 

Who, I? 
No, no— If I do, may I die. 



SONG 49V 

Song in the Jovial Crtw^ 

'hj O woman her enTy can Another, 

Though never fo vain of her charmaj 
If a beauty fiie fpies in another, 

The pride of her heart it alarms. 
Hew conquefts ihe ftill muft be making, 

Or fancies her power grows lefs) 
Her poor Utile heart is flill aching. 

At fight of another's foccefs. 
By nature defign'd, in love to mankind. 

That different beauties ihould move; 
Still pleas'd to ordain^ none ever flutnld reign 

Sole noonarch in empire of love. 

Then learn to be wife, new triampks defpife. 

And leave to your neighbours their dae$ 
If one cannot plcafe, you'll find by degrees, 

You'U not be contented with twpj 
* Ko, no, yon'll not be contented with two. 



Her heart with the throbbings of palSon di4 

move J 
Each bird, on the fpray could have told her 'twai 

love. 

At length flic grew weiry, and fat by a brook, 
Where Streplfon, the ihepherd, wss baitiDg 

his hook : 
Unnottc'd he faw her, and heard her complain*, 
His heart was inflamed to allay her foft pain. 
The Twain had led many a lafs to the grove, 
And he (wicked rogue!) thought that PhilUi 

wou'd lo^ve. 

Howe'er, as her inind was by innocence dreil, 
' Twas plain that faic virtue was lodg'd in Ler 

breaft: 
Her beauty was much, but her modefty more. 
Which Strephon perceiv'd, and began to adore) 
He knelt at her teet with a garland he wove. 
And Phillis coofented to make him her love. 



SONG 495. 

Sung at Ranelach. 

^OW the woodland choirifts fing. 
Beauty takes her radiant fphere, 
LrOve adorns the fmiling ipring, 

Love and beauty gild the year: 
Seixe the minutes as they Hy, 

Jocund hours and frftive round; 
Innocence, with virgin eye. 

Comes with rural chaplets crown'd. 

Awful virtue keeps her ftate 

In the cot, or on the throne; 
Liberty enjoys ker mate. 

As fait honour holds the xone : 
Love and beauty, on the wing. 

Sweep the gfobe, and conquer all> 
Poet, hero, fige, and king. 

At their ihrine fubmiffive fall. 

Where fliould honour love to dwell. 

But in freedom's happy ifle ? 
Virtue here enjoys a cell 

More than In a tyrant's fmile: 
Where fliould beauty fix her reign. 

But on love that pow'r defies f 
Innocence fllall crown the fcene 

Where ambition droops and dies. 



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So»g at Vauzhall. 

•VOtTNO PhiHis one momtng 

would go; 
When faontYiirg among the fweet meads to 

and fro, 
la vain dii the cowflipa her fair hand invite, 
Nor dsi&at'oor diffodih gave hex delight: 



SONG 496. 
Sung in the Confcious Lavtru 

JF love*s a fweet paffion, how can it torment i 
If bitter, O tell me whence conaes my con- 
tent > 

Since 1 fuffer with pleafure, why fliould I con* 
plain/. 

Or grieve at my fate, fince I know 'tis in vain ? 

Yet fo pteafing the pain is, fo foft is the dsrt. 

That at once it both wounds me and tickles my 
heart. 

I grafp her hand gently, lool^ langulfliing down. 
And by paiiioBkiolUeacc 1 makca))' love icnown: 



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il'ing mit^akr to difcover her love; 
driving to hide, ihe reveals alJ her 

es tell each other what neither dare 



ng is beauty! how fwect are the 

itful embraces! how pesccful her 

1 aothing fo eafy as learning to love ; 
us on earthy and by all thini^s above: 
aty^sbiJKht Aandaid all heroes muft 

ity that cooquerty and keeps the fair 



SONG 497. 

g in King Henry tbi Eight b^ 

the tyrant or the hearty 
milchief, full of woe; 

I are mizM with fmart^ 

leath his rofes grow ; 

Qt-like, he flings the breaft 
harboured and carefs'd. 



SONG 498. 

Sang at Vavxhall. 

onfcious groves I hie me, 
I Jare was blithe and gAy j 
y Colin nigh me, 
I the hours away. 

nes like t^^ofc drllght me. 
y fwainN no lorger there! 
lie, nor dream invite me, 
more they're worth my care. 

If, without delaying, 
fhades 1 f\n^ no nlc; 
ler, whilft fondly ftraying, 
ce is fure to pjeafe. 



SONG 



499. 



.SNCLfSH AL£. 

Qg at Sadler's Wells. 

tbs that I fing none deny me, 
•e truths that muft ever prevail j 
1% of France, we defy ye, 
>rct of our EngliAi good ale. 

ye attempt, but in vain arr , 
what we expeded, a-d ftale; 
I, and your rireti, ovir difdain are, 
)rce of our Engliih ^uod ale. 

, that brave queen, ruPd the nation, 
win's great Armada did fail } 
> the Dons tribolatiun, 
wuofour EofUA good al^ 



And rhus we will ferve them for ever, 
Tho' their loads on our necks they'd entaU^ 

There's none like our people, fo clever. 
By the force of our Englifli good ate. 

Free-born, we fupport our dcfendfr, 
To our fonk we hand down the detail { 

Delie the di*i!, pope, and pretender, 
By the farce of our Englilh good ale. 



SONG 500. 

Sung atVAyxHALL. 

]]^ A I D £ N S, let your lovers languifli^ 
If you'd have them conftant prove; 
Doubts and fears, and fighs and anguiih^ 
Are the chains that faften love* 

Jockey woo'd, and I <;onfented» 
Soon as e'er I heard his tales 

He with conqueft quite contented^ 
Boafting, roy'd- around the vaUt 

Now he doats on fcornful Molly, 
Who reje^ him with difdain t 

Love's a ft range bewitching folly. 
Never plea^'d without fome pain* 



SONG 501* 

THE INVITATION* 

Q O M £, Colin, pride of rural fwains, 
O come and blefs thy native plains } 
The daifies fpring, the beeches budy 
The fongfters warble in the wood* 

Come, Colin, hafte, O hafte away. 
Your fmiles will make the village gayj 
When you return, the vernal breeze 
Will wake the budi, and fan the treeSf 

Oh ! come and fee the violets fprin;;, 
The meadows laugh, the linnets fmg; 
Your eyes our joylefs hearts can chear^ 
O hafte ! and make u* happy here. 



SONG 50** 

QNE fummereve, as Nancy fair. 

Sat fpinning in the (hade. 
While foaring /ky>larks ftiook the air 

In warbling o'er her bead} 
In tender cooes thr • i^enns woo'dy 

(Love's im^lfc a'" muft feel) 
She fung, but ftill i.i work puiiu'dy 

And turn'd her fpinning -vheel. 

While thus I work with rock and reely 

So li:> by time is fpun ; 
And as runs round my fpinning-whoe^ • 

The world turns up ano down* 
Some rich to-day, to-morrow lowy 

While I no changes feel, 
But get my bread \>^ (wt^t o( \»«w^ 

And tarn my t^nxui^v^^^^ 



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J^rom me let men ind women too 

Tbii home rpuB \ef^m learnt 
X^ot miod what other people do. 

But eat the hrea4 they earn : 
If none 'were fed, were that to bCy 

But what deferv'd a meal. 
Some ladies, then, is well as me» 

Muft turn the fpinning- wheel. 

/ 
The rural toaft, with fweeteft tone* 

Thus Tung her wltlefs flrain. 
When o'er the lawn limped gammer Jotn^ 

And brought home Nancy's Cwaia '• 
^Come, cries the dame, Nance, here's thy 
fpoufe ; 

Away throw rock and reel. 
Blithe Nancy, wirk the bonny news, 

O'erfet her fpinning-wheftl. 



SONG 503. 

Written by Mr. Lockmak. 

Sang at Maktbonk. 

^Q AIN ST the deiflrudiye wiles of man, 

Your hearts, ye fair-ones goardj 
Their only ftudy*s to trepan, 

And play a trkkfter'a c»ti : 
With ftrange delight, poor girls they flightj 
" Amuife, cajole, belye : 
Hence, girls I beware-«»iook iharp— take care j 
' For men are wondVous (ly. 

That Proteus man, like him of old, 

A tKoufand forms will take; 
His Teaal fout is aII for gold, 

A crocodile or fnake. 
See his dire tliread ! this fpider fpread 

To catch the female fly } 
Heficc, gills! 4cc. 

A porcupine, with rage infpir*d. 

At nymphs he darts his quills; 
A bafili/k, by frenf y 6r'd, 

His glance by poifon kills: 
With friudfiil arts he fteals their hetrts, 

Then throws the baubles by t 
Hence, girls! Sec, 

Was the whole race of man to meet 

In one wide-fpreading plain. 
Of conftancy, of faith to treat. 

And virtue's fpotUfs train ; 
To find a youth renown'd for truth. 

Whole ages we might try : 
. Hence, girls! beware— look (harp— take care; 

F«r men are wond'rous fly. 



SONG 504, 

TRK SH IPMKH DSIt* 

J Seek my Aepherd, goncaftray; 
JF/e left OUT cot the other day 1 
Tell me, pe fntle nymphs and fwains, 
Pafs'd the dejw rebel through your plaioif 
jOAJ whither, whither muft I roam, 
To£ad, aadchium the irajidVtt kotte ? 



Sports he upon the (haven gree n^ 
Or joys he in the mountain fcene^ 
Leads he his flocks along the m«rad. 
Or docs hf. feek. the cooler fhade > 
Oh! teach a wretched nymph the wjf 
To find her lover gone aftray. 

To paint, ye maids, my truant fwain| 
A manly foftnefs crowns his mien;^ 
Adonis was not haif fo fair; 
And when he talks, 'tis hcwiv'n to hear! 
But, oh ! the foothmg poifon (hun ; 
To liften is to be undone. 

He'll fwear'ho t'wne (hall quench his (lame. 
To me the pcrjur'd fwore the fame j 
Too fondly laving to be wife, 
Who gi<ve my heart an eafy prise. 
And when he tun*d his fyren voice* 
Liflen'd, and was undone by choice. 

But fated now, he (huns the kifs 
He counted once his greatefl blifs ; 
Whilft 1 with Hercer pallions burn. 
And pant and die for his return. 
Oh ! whither, whither (hall I rove. 
Again to (ind my ftrayiqg love ^ 



SONG 505. 

hope; AN^ ANACaSONTIC* 

Written by Mr. Mavor. 

pi LL, O goddefs! (ill my breaft; 
Rife on bri^hteft colours drr(^, 
And with thy image mike me ble(l : 

Fair? ft of ccleftial birth, 
Enliv'ner of the Cons of earth. 
Source of flowing joy and mirth, 

EnrapturM let me hear the fong, 
Warbl'd from thy fyren tongue j 
Painting pleafure ever young. 

Soul of blifs! O deifn to fmile; 
Thou can*ft fable cares beguiled. 
And vanquifb mifery and toil. 

When difappointment hovers round. 
When malice vents the poifon*d found, 
£4-e£t thy creft, and heal my wound. 

'Tis thine, to chear the face of woe, 
To bid the tears forget to flow. 
And, blult'ring, adverfe blafts to blow« 

When ill- requited lovers pour 
Th^ir wailing to the midnight hour. 
Thy balm is prevalent to cure. 

Tko' Ckloe fairer than the (kiea. 

With angry frowns (hould meet our fight. 

Thou canft infurc us half our priae. 

O come, bright Hope ! poflfefs my foul | 
For ever reign without controul, 
L And anitaace and warm the whole. 

\ Devo\4 oC tViee, a\\xt*ti\% W\x^^ ^tw»Tfv\ 
\ 'Ti» thou xY^at v^ ^ to\»fe*t t*«;>v ^<w»Te, 



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ee on wings fubiime we foar^ 
th* inemeili!e Ihoiej 
e futurity explore. 



SONG 306. 

A aCOTCK BALLAD. 

N trees did bud, and fields were freeiiy 
id flow*rs were fair cp feej 
^ry was compkat fifteen, 
lov« laagh*d in her eye ; 
[ockey's looks her heart ^id more 
•eak her mind thus free : 
uwn the burn> my gentle love, 
foon ril follow thee. 

ckey did each lad furpafs 
dwelt on this burn fidej 
ary was a bonny iafs, 
nect to be a bride : 
cks were rofy red and white^ 
eyes were azure blue, 
ks were like Aurora bright, 
lips ttke dropping dew. 

afft*d, I guefs, wis harmlefs playi 
nothing, fure, unmeet ! 
mging hoone, I heard them fay 
' lik*d a walk fo fwect: 
:ek to her*s he foniily laidj 
'jry^ip Sweet love, be true| 
\tn a wife, as now a maid^ 
eath ril follow you. 



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507. 



A SCOTCH BALLAD. 

etting day and rifing morn, 
rh foul that ftill diaJJ love thee, 
of heav*n thy fafc return, 
1 all that can i:Tipro\e thee; 
t oft the birlcen buih, 
re firff vou kindly told me 
:ales of love, and hid my blufty 
Ift round thou didft enfold me. 

our haunts thou didft repair, 
rern-wood, diaw, or fountain { 
;re the fammer's day Td fiiare 
1 you upon yon mountain : 
will I tell the trres and flow'rsy 
h rhoughcs unfeigned and tender ) 
vs you're mine, my lo?e is yours^ 
heart, which cannot wander. 



SONG 508. 

AlCACttONi ON HIMSZLF* 

EN I drain the rofy bowl* 
oy cghilaratea isy.fonl i 
! nine I raife my fong^ 
sir, and ever young, 
f^ll cups m/ ares difpelf 
oanftl then firewel} 
winds, that murmur, fwetp 
'arrowf to the deep. 



When I drink dull time away. 
Jolly Bacchus, ever gay, 
Lexds me to delightful bow*rt, 
full of fragrance, full of flow*nr 
While 1 quaff the fparkJing wine. 
And my locks with rofes twine. 
Then 1 praile life's rural fcene. 
Sweet, fequefter'd, and fereoe. 

When 1 drink the bowl profound, 
Richefl fragrance flowing round, 
< t And fome lovely nymph detain, 
Venus then infpires the ftrain; 
When from goblets deep and wide, 
1 exhaud the gen'rous tide. 
All my foul, unbends-i»I play, 
Gamei'ome with the young and gay. 



SONG 509. 

Sung in the Cbsfltim 

YOtJ fay, at your feet that I wept in defpatr^ 

And vow*d that no angel was ever fo ^r : 
How could you believe all the non/enfe I fpok«! 
Wkst know we of angels ?— >I meant it in jok«« 

I next ftand indited for fw^aring to love', 
A nd nothing but death fhould my pafllbn removes 
I have lik'd you a twelvemonth, a calendar year} 
And not yet contented !— Have coofcieacc, tnf 
dear. 



SONG 510. 

THB MEN WILL ROMANCE. 

\^HEN I entered my teens, and threw pli^* 

things afide, 
I conceiv*L* myfelf woman, and fit for a bride} 
By the men I was flatter'd, my pride. t;^ enhance; 
For the maids will believe, and the mca will 

romance I 



They fwore that my eyes tl^e bright di'ji 

excfli'd, 
Such a face, and fuck treilct, fiir«-B»*w-^ 

beheld! 
That to gaze on my neck wu til raptare and 

trance ! 
Oh ! the maids will beliere, and the men will 

romance. 

Vouatr PelydoK faw me one night at tlie btl^ 
And fwore to my charms he a con^oeft 00ft 

fall; 
Ob his kaccfl be iatrtatod my hand for a dtncet 
Ah! the maids will believe, and the men will 

romance. 

He condvAed me borne, when tbe fMmt wag 

o*er. 
And declar*d be ne*er faw (b auich bMiii«| %e* 

fore^ 
He ogled and fi^Vd, %%\v^U^ «».x^^xT«ft\ 
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•fWn day after day I his company had : 
At length he dcclarM all hi« flame to my dadj 
But my father lov*d money, and wouW not ad- 
vance; 
And reply d to my loter, Young men will ro- 
rnvnce. 

Sue tho* my papa would not give us a Hiillinj, 
My Polydorf Twore he to wed me was wiiiini;: 
So to church we bo;h went, and at night had 

a dance, 
And, believe me> my Polydore did not romance. 



SONG 5U. 

a cantata. 

Air. 

"Yf H I L E others barter eafc hr ftate, 
And fondly aim at growing great, 
Let me, (wjih rofy chaplets crownM) 
Stretch*d on the flower-enamel'd pround^ 
The grape^s ne€lareous juices ^M*fff 
Alternate fing, ajid love, and laui^b. 
Already fee the purple juice 
Kefplendent e*er my cheek difFufe 
A fecond youth!— Again, the bowl 
With' warm deilres inflames my foul. 

RiClTATIVX. 

Quiekly * th, quickly ? muft I leave 
The joys which wine and beauty give^ 
Soon muft 1 quit my wonted mirth. 
And mingle with my parent earth. 
Where kings, diverted of their ftate. 
With flives UHiin a common I'atu. 

Alt. 

Let, then, the prefenf hour be mine, 
Bleft in the joys of love, and wine : 
Come, ye virgin throng, advance. 
And mingle in the fprightly dance: 
To the lyre's enchanting found 
I4imbly tread the biithfome round ^ 
While the genial bowl infpires 
^ft delight and gay defires. 



SONG 512. 

TH» f0»L0»N 8REFK£RP3 A PASTORAL. 

Written by Mr. C. Graham. 

X70W bleft were my moments, how foft did 
they glide, 
The feafons how fweet did they pafs t 
When peace finii'd upon me, and dofe by my 
fide 
Sit Hebe ^y favourite lafs ! 

The poeta all tell us that Venui is fiurt 
That Pallas has grace in her mien. 

Their words are but fi^on, and light at the air, 
But Hebe*s perfedions l*ve fcen. 

A^ift me, rememb'rance, to paint the Tweet 
7ke traits of fur Hcbc dlfp/a; j 



Whofe beauty furpaft all the nymphs of the 

fliaHe, 
The morn flic was qu-crt of the May. 

A garland of rofes, berprlnkled with dew. 
Around her bright firchcai was bound) 

While bufy>wing*d zepbyis, zo fan the nymph 
flew. 
And wafted fweet odours .^ronnd» 

Her beautiful treiTcs, as black as a floe, 
Herfi: c filling fiioulders did deck; 

And forme J a contraft, that fweetly did ibe«r 
The delicaie white of her neck! 

Her eyes fpoke a meeknefs, and dignity too» 
That fcom'd to coquet or beguile; { 

As virtue was always rne obje A in view, ^ J 

She wore a beneficent fmilc. '^ 

Her cheeks— but ah ! were a poet to write. 

He'd talk of the rofe^ new-blown; \ 

To tell you they blufh'd and enraptur*d theiight. 
Enough of dcfcription is (hewn. 

Such was my dear Hebe, and oh! what delight 

Her deiicace anfwers convey*d> 
When ever I prefl her my toils to requlta. 

And rtpnder me bleft, in the (hade ! 

Oft times, to amufe, as we tended our (keep. 
Some well*ch«fen fong I'd rehearie; 

Ifvirtue was wounded, my charmer wou'd weep. 
For Hebe delighted in vttft. 

Thus bicfl with her prefcn^e, no forrows I 
knew. 

Her love all my labours begnil'd; 
E*n Pan fcem'd delighted fuch raptutes to view, 

And fylvan fimplicity fmiPd! 

How (hort liv*d and tran(ient, alas ' was myjoy^ 

Fate bid, me thefe bliifes forego ; 
And told me that pleafures unmizt with alloy. 

Portended a period of woe. 

The fatal predi^ion extorted a (rgh, 

A figh which I (Irove to fuppreis; 
But Hebe perceived it, and ioftant did cry. 

What motive can caufe your diftrefs ! 

*Twas th^n I difTembl'd, and feigned a fmtle, 

(Determili*d my forrows to h?de) 
Ah ! (hou'd you, (faid 1) your fond Damon be« 
guile! 

Now tell me the caufe that I figh'd ? 

Th* evafion fucceeded, the nymph feemei 
pleased, «• 

The inceafe accepts at her (hrine; 
And now for a moment nay hofom was eas*d. 

For Hebe declarM (he*d be mine ! 

Her innocent blandi(bments (lole on my foul^ 
And bani(h'd reflexion the while; 

For fate, when (he meana human blifs to con« 
troul. 
Begins the attack with a fmile. 

For ah! fatal eve! (I remember it ftill) 

As late I return'd from the fold. 
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y the light of the moon's genilc ray, 
ausdhe redioM on the gr^Uj 
tre thiit erft her fair cheeks did difpUy 
ife uhd aiternaiely pafs. 

her (for who wou'd the office refrain) 
homewaruf the nymph 1 couvey'd, 
! how it torcur'd my bofoni with pain 
a thua to her iliepherd ihe faid : 

I geatle office (1 think *tis the laft 
r tiom thy hanJ fhaii receive) 
, thee!— and ai to the joys that are paft, 
y thee, fond (wain, do not grieve ! 

Kit why (hon*d I iharpen thy grief!) 
menacing alpedt of death ! 
»t in mortaU to grant me relief, 
rof then the dau of my breath ! 

hcpkerdl let this feeble effort fuffice, 

:pt my iaft Anal farewcl ! 

sek, sentle fpirit, now fled to the ikies, 
;re truth and fincerity dwell. 

enfi^e and fad, at the dofe of each day> 
ier filent grave I repair j 
ill the fweet Aow*ret8, as onward I ftray, 
ftrew round the tomb of my fair. 



SONG 513. 
Sung in Tbomas and Sally. 

rS a garden, rich in treafure, 
iry*d like the feeds in earth: 
lie joy, contentment, pleafurej 
*ti8 love muft give them birth. 



I fiinit*satd denying, 
no happineft can tafte \ 
I cold obftruAion lying, 
! is all one barren wafte. 



S O N G 514. 

A SCOTCH BALLAD. 

gales that gently wave the fea, 
jid pleafe the canny boat-mai^ 
me frae hence, or bring to me 
tly brave, my bonny Scot-man \ 

In haly bands 

We join'd our hands, 
fet may not this difcover^ . 

While parents rate 

A large eftate 
Before a faithfu* lover. 

loOTchiafe in Highland glens 
To herd the kid and goat-man» 
aNi*d for fie little ends 
Hefafe my bonny Scot- man* 

Wat worth the man 

Wha lirft began 
Th/t bsfe ungenerous falhion» 

Frae greedy views 

Love's art to ufe, 
MCWIi ftnogcrs t» Jt*i pd&on. 



Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth, 

Hafie to thy longing laliie. 
Who pants to prefs thy bawmy mouthy 
And in her bofom hawfe thee. 
Love gi'es tbe word. 
Then hafle on board » 
Fair winds and tenty boat-man^ 
Waft o'er, watto*er, 
Frae yof\der Hioie, 
My biyih, my bunny Scot-man. 



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515- 



Sung in the CaprUiout Lo^rU 

Q O, feek fome nymph of humbler lot^ 

To fhare thy board, and deck thy cot; 
With joy 1 fly the fimple youth, 
Who holds me light, or doubts my trutiu 

Thy breaft, for love luo wanton grown. 
Shall mourn it's peace iLix^ pteafure flown i 
Nor fhall my faith reward a fwain. 
Who doubts my love, or thinks me vain* 



SONG 5x6. 

THC JANPMAN \ A CANTATA* 

Written by Mr. Hawkins. 

Recitative. 

J Am a poof lad, and mean's ray calling; 
Fiom morn till night 1 am a bawling s 
Through Hreet, through lanes, andfqaaitt 

1 pafsj 
My treafure all on one poor afs : 
My conllant cbeme, Where'er I gOy 
Is, Maids, do ye want find i Sand ho ! 

Air. 

Though I am a poor fandman, I care not a joC 
For all the fine folks in the nation j 

While I can get money to buy a full pot, 
I'm the happiefl man in my fiation. 

What's riches and treafure. 

Or A\ the gay pleafure. 
Where h^ppincfs does not unite j 

*Tis nought but a juggle, 

A mere hubbie'bubble 
Of pain and perplexity quite. 

' RaCITATIVS. 

Now my fong's done, a tale I'll tell. 
Which fure wiil pleafc you all full wells 
One day, as paffiog through the ftreet, 
i blnck-ey'd Sufan chanc'd to meet. 
Ah, deareft Sam', (to me fhe cried) 
When Hiall I be thy own true bride } 
Faith Sue, (quoth 1) I'd rather tarry 5 
For hang roe if I think to marry. 
She call'd me, then, unKrateful wretch^ 
And faid the devil would me fetchi 
But for all this I did notcate\ 
I drove av«a^, ^tvd\c(\Vits \2mx«. 



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For wh6 in their witt wooM be plaguM with 
a wife f 

To be teixM and tormented for ever ; 
TheyMl rid you as faft as they can of your life, 

And are not contented— -noj never* 



They^re fuch a difafter. 

They fttck like a plaifter 
That's faften*d upon a man*s back ; 

And what is ftill worfe. 

Ah ! that is the curfe, , 

They have fuch a conftunded clack. 

Oh! lack! 
They Kave fuch a confounded clack. 

Theii fince this is the cafe of having a wifcy 
Let me ever> ye gods. Jive a fioglo life. 



SONG 517. 

S«ag in the SummerU TmNm 

'yffHX'L'S. on earth*s foft lap defcending^ 

Lightly falls the feathered ioow. 
Nature, awfully attending. 

Each rude wind forbids to bl4w. 

White and pure awhile appearing^ 
Earth her virgin mantle wears j 

Soon the fickle feafon veering. 
Her deluded bofom bares. 

Thus my fooliih heart believingy 

Lifha*d to his artful tongue} 
All his vows of love receiving. 

On each ilattVing accent h«ng« 

Fondly, for a time, miftaken. 
Love and joy conceal*d my fitej 

Now, alaa ! at length for&ken. 
Sad experience comes too late, t 



SONG 518. 

fTKSPHON or THX HILL. 

J^ET others Damoa*s praife rehesrfc, 

Or Colln^s, at their will : 
I mean to fiag, in ruftic verK, 
Young Strephon of the hill* 

As once I fat beneath a ftade, 

Belide a purMng rill; 
Who fliou*d my folitude invade. 

But Strepholi of the hill! 

Ke tapt my ihoulder, fnatch*d a klfs, 

1 coo^d not take It ill; 
For nothing, fiire, is done amifs 

By Strephon of the hiH. 

Confentf Oiovelymaid! ^he cryM) 

Nor aim thy fwain to kill 1 
Confent thia day to be the bride 
Of Strtfboa of the hill. 
Obferre the dotct^a yoo^er fynff 

5re Aonr rAe^ iir and bill; 
M^^^'^ r<^"^ «Hrt* tkwM pafaifwa/ 
^nh Strephon of th% kiiU 



We wf nt to church with hearty glee, 

O love, propitious ftill ! 
May evVy nymph be bleft, like me 

With Sirephon of the hill. 



SONG 



519. 



A PRITTY WEXK S WoaK. 

Written by Mr. Nicholls. 

QN Monday, young Colin, whp liv'd in the 

dale, 
Came to mfi when milking, and carryM my 

pail; 
He faid that ke well had examined his mind, 
He'd wed me on Wedncfd*y, if I was inclin'd; 
And fow'd, when we came to the willow-dcck'd 

brook, 
If I doubted his truth, he*d fwear on the book.' 

To know if my lover wou'd keep to his vow, 
On Tuefday, the while he was bufy at plow, 
^ ran to the cot of old Dorcas below. 
And begg*d ihe wou'd tell me the thing I woa*d 

know; 
I gave her a fixpence Td fav'd from my youth, 
And promia'd another to come at the uuth. 

Her fpe£lacles -Quickly (he took from her fide, 
Examined ray hand, alk'd me quefiiens befide ; 
Then told me fl»e faw, by a fpark in my eye. 
If Colin waa willing, 'twas bcft to comply: 
Then faid. Child do this, left your wiikes tx% 

crofs'd, 
For in mttters of love, no time''& to be loft. 

On Wednefday became diaen'd out in his beft. 
He gave me a pofey to ftick in my breaft; 
Then fweelly he kilVd me, and told me the time, 
And faid. Let ushafteere the village bells chhxie. 
But I, filly I, fore the worft of my kind ! 
Reply'd with afneer. Sir, I've altcr'd my n»nd. 

At this, with Nfentment becoming the fwajn. 
He turn'd from a fool, and went off with difdaln; 
As foon as he left m*?, I thought off my fate. 
And the words of old Dorcas, but ah I 'twas 

too late ! 
I rail to the vale, fearch'd the ham^^ts around, 
To find out Qty fwain, but no Colin I found. 

On Thurfday, fo foon as the lark ftruck my ear» 
I traversed the meads in purfuit of my dear; 
Sing on, pretty lark, (to the warbler I cry'd) 
Thou'rt happy, becaufe thou art true to thy 

bride x 
But alas! all endeavours were idle and vain I 
Not one on the meadows knew aught of my 

fwai(i. 

When Friday was come I grew fick of my Idtj 
I ran to the vale, and enquired at each cot; 
But fuccefsUfs, alas ! were all efforts to me. 
No tidings I heard> nor no Colin couM /ee : 
'T wia Satut^a,^ s ^^"^ 1 '^^'i ^he fearch I re ne w *d] 



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V O C A h M A G A Z I N F. 



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I i^-^rf the firfT pirf.in I nrjrt In my v.u>, 
.■^••j jlkfd the *.4iir- ..f tlieir being fo gay; 
Whu tutii Die, this morning young Culin hftd 

been 
Wccdeii to.l»eA«iiiiuI D.)ll of the green. 

Thar inf^ant 1 ran t'> the gFeen willow'd ferook, 
^hfe Cnlin ha^ iwnre. to hr true on a bt»ok; 
My ^irirr? I bmind r.> the ftutfiirl^ bon^h, 
And had adted, yr virgins, 1 cannot t<*ll how ! 
if reafon had not inifrjioi'd with her aid. 
And bado me delift-, tor a AUy young- mild. 

Ye maidenf who hrxr me, ne'er *£V foch • part. 
Nor fFJfrt the true fwain who*d yield you hij 

heart; 
Comply when he'« Wiid, for Tve known to 

my oft. 
In mjrters of love there*i no tim«? to be Inft-. 
Do this, tod no cau(^ir« ymir boTom fhall lurk, 
To make you re^nt uf a pretcy week's work. 



SONG 520. 

Sung at Vavxmall. 

■^''OU ED* you a female heart infptre 
With Under paHron, warm deire, 
EmplM-each i'oothing art: 
The god «r .'ove a!! force dtfdaini* 
He only leads, in pleafing chains. 
The kind coiifrACing hearu 



SONG 521. 

A MAN TO MY MIND. 

Written by Mr. Cvnnikcham*. 

3 1 K e S we<Hock*s in vofrue, and fble virpns 

4cf|^if*d, 
To all hjMhetnrf greeting, thefr lines are pre- 

l»«>*0{ 

Tm » m4id that would m«rry>— oh! could] 

but find 
(t care not for fortune) a man to my mind ! 

Not the fair-weather fop, fond of fafhion and 

drefi-; 
Not the Yt^oiro, who caa rdidi 116 joys but 

thechacej 
Nor the f ec-rhliikin|nke, whom no morals 

coo bipdt 
H«lther this— that— nor t'otJier's the man td 

ny miad. . 

K«e the ruby.facM foCy^ba topet world wirin 

out end; 
K«r tht droae, who c«a*c reliik hit botdo and 

friend ; 
Kof the fool, that'i too fond : nor the churl 

thn*s onkindi 
fi«iiWr cAiV-<Aflf^HB«r c'«|i!irr'f the mao to 
m/ Aiiifld; . 



Not rhe wretch v^irh >'^\, b-it(«, without !'rcc<i. 

ing or mrr't; 
Nor the Aa(h» that** ji!l fury without any fpir'tb-^ 
Nor the fine mafterfjilible, the fcurn of miia- 

kind ! 
Neith:r this-*thit«^nftr toother** the' man to 

my mind. 

But the y.'Yuth ^"horh gftod-reofe and good- 

nitrf<e inipire ; 
Whom the hiave muft eftoemy and the Adr 

fhouM admire^ 
In whoiV heart Jove and truth are with honp«r 

conjoined: 
Thi>, this, and no other's the man to my mind. 



SONG 521. 

Sung in the f$^edding Rhig, 

Q r wonun to tell you my mind. 

And X fpeak from tb' ; xpcrience r?e had^ 
Not two out of fifty youMl find. 

Be thry daughters or wives. 

But are plagura of our lives. 
And eooug^ to make any man madk 

The wf<mg arid the right 

Beln^ fet in their Aght, 
They're fure to take hold of the wrong { 

They'll cajole* and-they*il whhnper. 
They'll whine and they'll fnirri. 

They'll coax, and they'll Omper— 
In fhort, they're the devil j 
And fo there's an end of my fong. 

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SONG 513. 

Sung in Artaxrrxa. 

WHEN rraljoy wemlfs, 

'Tis foine degree of blifs 
To re^p ideal plrafure. 
And dream of hiddon tretfuret 

The foldier dreamt of wars. 
And conquers without fcarsj 
The fail*r, in his flcep^ 
Wiiii fafety ploughs the doepk 

So I, through fancy's aid. 
Enjoy Uij fieav'niy mkid"; 
And, bled with thee and' love; 
Am greater fir than' J6ve. 



SONG 514. 

ON SraiNC AND tHK?HXtDS 1X.1SI} 
A rAITOKAL. 

Written by Mr. Hawxhcs. 

HOW rwcftt the freffiiog gales of fpf ing I 

Each blaflstoy afom bow gty ! 
The tuneful lark begins to finf« 
As foon as dawv it day. 

Then next Aorora*8 golden rt^ 
Comes g.\inc\tt|( oTtt \Vse.^\3i^t]i\ 

To haU tKt wiii^\ci\\\wkik^uM%\ai|% 

And TQUit t)M fiMi4H- Wmotiav 
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Who Mm thtir cou to toil repair^ 

Regwdlefs of all ftrife $ 
Unknowing, and unknown to care. 

Is Aire the ikephenU life. 

He toile, ho carols^ ail the day i 
At eve, then home he bends $ 

Charm*d with birds on every fpray. 
As CD his cottage tends. 

His cottage tcems.with infants dear. 
That's wholefome, clean, and nea | 

His wife..-^is bed— his all is there. 
To make his joys coBopleac. 

With thefe he fits a welcome giieft. 

So happy and fo gay { 
Till twilight points the hour of ntt. 

Then they it*s call obey. 



S O N O 525. 

Song in jllmtns, 

f HE eoldcn radiance of the fun, 

MiM glancing thro* tbe cedar bow*rt, 
Renews the glories of the day 1 
The beauteous fcene*s again begun. 

Which nature freihens and empowcn. 
And c?*ry bird exalts his lay. 

Sweet is the prime of florid June, 

Sweet are the meadows as they fmile, 
And fweet the rural minftrePs fong} 
But fweeter is the njind in tune. 

Sweeter the heart unknown to guile. 
And fweeter where (he virtues throng. 



SONG 526. 

TBX toast; a catcm. 

Written by Mr. CuNNiitfiMAM. 

QIVE thetoaft, my good feliow, be jovial 

and gay. 
And let the briik monaenta pals jocund away ! 
7itre*t the iCin g i t ake your bompers, my 

brave BritiA fools. 
Who goards your fair freedom fliould crown 

yonr full bowls. 
I*et him live^-&4ohg asd Itfp^py f f Lewis 

brought down ^ 
Aad tate all the comfbrti, bo caret, tf t cmwn. 



8 O N O 



5*7- 



TO OSIIA. 



Wiitten by hfr. HawkiuS' 

1^7 aivfiB inffHre me to impart 

la humbit ardent ftraio. 
To tail the aaguifli of ny kaaft 
To her that gif ea a 



AImb! chtm€harmim$fair, 
Mehoid iby Dsmm imk$ thy Mp 



For thod alone can give relief. 

Or anguilh moft fevere ; 
Thy matchlefs charms are all my grief, 

Until you prove fincere. 



SONG 518. 

THE XVEHIKG WALK. 

Written by Mr. Mavor. 

'pHB weftern fun with niildeft ray 

Illumes the gilded view ; 
Fled are the hours of' fultry day. 
And nature calb on you : 

On you, my dear, cool sephyrs wait. 

And ev*ry rich perfume ^ 
The AowVs ihall blow beneath your feet. 

And fairer tints affatue. 

From ev*ry bloomy, verdant fpray. 

The choriftets fliaii fing ; 
For *tis your luftre makes the day. 

And where you walk *(is fpring. 

Vet know, your luftre too muft fade. 
As flow'rs beneath the fun ; 

And wrinkles ihall that face perrade 
Which has me captive won : 

Then, mindful, hear a lover*s claim. 

Nor let me long purfue ; 
But mingle in a mutual flame. 

And death fliall find us true. 



SONG 529. 

Sung in the CMtu Pippin, 

J^ET heroes delight in the toils of the « 

In maims, blood, and bruifes, and blo> 

Not a fword, but a fword>knot rejoices the i 

And what are rough foldiers to beaux ? 
Away then with laurels! come beauty and Ic 

And filence the trumpet and drum^ 
Let me with foft myrtle my brows beariowc 

And tenderly combat at home. 



SONG 530. 

KITTT{ OR, TUX rSMALX PRAXTO 

Written by Mr. Paxoa. 

Sung at VAUzHALt.. 

PAIR Kitty, beautiful and young, 

AHA w$4d as colt untamed, 
Befooke the fair from whence flie fprung^ 

With little rage inflam*d; -^ 
faflitai*d with rage at fad reftraint 

Which wife mamma ordain'd, ' 
And Ibrely veAf to' phy the faint. 

While wit and beuiuty reignM* 

Mttft Lad^ Jenny friflt about, 
AnAv\&t ^\\\i Viw tomfitA^ 
. At baWt m*^ tht mi^L* %\\ vVi^ twat, 
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Wha: has Hie Setter, pray, than I, 
Wha: hidi-fn charms to boailj 

That ail mankind for her ihould die. 
While I am fcarcc a (oa/l ? 

Dear, 4tK mavimay for once let mc^ 

Unch^n*d, my fortune try $ 
ril hare my carl at well at (hr^ 

Or know the reafon why 1 
Fond love prevail*d, mamma gave way j 

Kitry, at heart't defire, 
Obtained the chariot far a day. 

And ff t the world on fire. 



SONG 531. 

T«i oaovi. 

Written by Mr. Mayoi. 

'J* IN G * b with the beamt of dying itj, 
A glowing purple dcckt each fpra/. 

And flames upon the (reet; 
Vhilc Cjnthia rifing, thro* the ihade« 
la filver robes, unTciis her head, 

Triumphing o'er the feat. 

Now not a zephyr fans the learei ; 
No. bending blaft th# »eed pefceivet ; 

But filence on her throne 
5ccmt torepref* each noify fouad. 
And echo It den to refoond 

No voice but onrt alone. 

The mofly banks, with leaves o*erfpread, 
Th* embftwVmg trees above our heads, 

A richer fcenc difplay, 
Than all the elegance of Kate, 
The tinfelPd grandeur of the grcat^ 

Or ftipper) of the gay. 

Ta this delightful fliady groTC^ 
Sacrtd to folitude and love^ 

For ever could I range ) 
With Ctelia dear to fmiie around^ 
And think I trod Elyfian ground, 

Nm wi/h a happier change. 



SONG 531. 

TBB FAITILBSt tRSraBlDj A FAlTOtAL. 

Written by Mr. HAVKiwi. 

]{^£CLIN*D in a veraal alcovty 

Sat Sylvia, bemoaping her fate i 
Fpr Strephon had (lighted her love, 

And chang*d all his fondoeft to hate. 
Ah ! whv am I doom'd thus to mourn 1 

(Exclaimed the fweet maid with a fi^hj) 
How hard !t my cafe to be borne I 

What mortal's fo wretched as I ! 

Okf Strtphoa, tbow caufe of my gr'iefp 
Cesfe, ceMfe, crael fwM'm» Co toraieiit t 
^ V gij!t rour poor SjJwIa wtVief, 
AmdAl her fM4 foul with coouat. 



Rcmfm'jfr, that once you wa< kind, 
No ^epherd exceiTd you in mien; 

But now youVe as falfe as the wind. 
And your lote is converted to fplrau 

Vet oft* you have vow^d on the plaln^ 

You'd ever be conftant and free ; 
Nay, more, you were wont to cxplaia^ 

But fttll you ire faithlefs to mt. 
By the fide of the fweet filver ftream. 

That glides through yon ndghboai1agtAk| 
Ah ! (here you firft made me your theflM> 

And 1 liften'd with Joy to your tilc. 

But now whit a change do I findl 

Nor folace aor comfort I know j 
Since thou art to me fo onkind, 

Tm wretched wherever I go* 
For woe in my breaft Is replete. 

Should death, then, my fortune betld« | 
Ok ! tell each kind fwain that yon mcat» 

*Twas doating on thee that I dy*d. 

Thus fpoke the dear nymph, in fbft ftralaif 

While filent the birds hot»p*d the fpray | 
In folitude ftill iie remaiaf» 

And pines ail her hoars away. 
Ve fair, that adorn this bright ifle^ 

Be guitrded againft fuch a fnare f 
On man be not eager to foiiley 

Left the fate of poor Sylvia ye (hare* 



SONG 533. 

Written by Dr. Paemsll* 

^TIEN thy beauty appean> 
In it*s graces and airs. 
All bright as an angel new dropt from the &y| 
At diftance I gase, and am aw*d b| my fcaza^ 
So ftrangely you daatie my eye. 

Put when, withoat ertf 
Your kind thoughts you fmpartf 
When your love runs in bluibes thro* ev*ry vein | 
When it darts from yonreyet» when it^aati 

in your heart, 
Then I know you*re a woman agila* 

There's a paflion and pride 
In our fez, (ihe reply*d) 
And thusy might I gratify both» I would do: 
Still an aagel appear to each lover befide» 
But ftill be a woman to yon. 



SONG 534. 

Writtea by AMiaots PaxLi^Sy £fq« 

QLEST u th* immortal gods Is he. 

The youth who foadly fiu by^thee. 
And hears and feet thee, all the whalc^ 
Softly fpcaki and fweetly fmile. 

*Twa«i)h\«^cttvr^m'<)loi\tA tifc.^ 
And taAt'd l\it.Yi VascanXuXii Hfi '^^An 
For «\ttW \ %»»" A,\ti \fi»W«^ ^"^^^ . J. V 

1 My V*Ttal\v ^%a VM% wi ^niwt* ^vk\»»^ 



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My bofom glow'd^ ihe (uUie fiaioe 

Ran quick. thff>* all 4ay yiul fca(M ; a«tA^ 

O'er ray dim rCf^s ji fi»rkaeA Uuag, ^i^j^ 

In dewy 4/m^>« s»y Iffnbs 4»«rc c^iU-Jy 
My blood wi^h gf atU ^MNVfrn.tlH'i^rdy 
My feeblf .pMlfc /brgot to play« 

SONG 535. 

y^N G £ LI G fair, teneftth yon «hmi. 
On grafTy rerdar^ let*i recJ^Mfy 

And like die mivm bf g|iy » 
See how Aurort fgillet on ^jng. 
See kow ^e liijcf «ri#B jind 6i|fi> 

To liail the tnftnt day. 

Mafic Jhtl) wake the quorn— the day 
Shall roll unheeded as we play 

im wilci, tnpeU'd ky love ; 
Whqc tMsuy* we fkalt deign to roft 
AJternate on each ockcrU brea^V, 

While Cupid guards the grove* 

What prince can boaft mpfp haop^nefs 
Than I (poiTeffing th^e) pp/ref&> 

All c^re ia baQiQ^M hence. 
Say, mortalty who our deedt defplfet 
Jn-^wkat tttportor plcafure Ilea* 

Than love and innocence ? 



SONG 536. 
%^n% ia the Weddini King* 

yf^ H EN fi]r(^ the youth his fear? forfQok| 

And that he Iov*d I fondly heard. 
What fweetncfi wat \% ev-ry look 1 
What elofp««ce ia «Y*ry noxt \ 

From her whole flnre, to make me blefs'df 

Did Fortune bid me chufe ; 
How gladly would I ail the teft 

For Tove and him refufe. 



SONG 537* 

A tANTATA. 

Sung It Ranilacn. 

R?CITATIYl. 

f^ Delia, bleft with ev*ry grue, 

Ijnrok*d fo»^ muJic't needldTs ard| 
Compleatly conquerM by her face, 
Thttfr gentle Stref hon, CsHling faid* 

Where partM naHtre may deny 
Th^jwm'r of bematf^B melimm gltMC^ 

T9fwttith€Ang^ ^ lbr» the iMM^ 



But let your charms alone /uffice. 
And trull the inufic of your eyes. 

RipiTATIUf. 

Damon, who chanced to overhear. 
Thus fpoUe, as be approach'd more nears 
He flitters, do not truft rbe f«aia. 
But liAen to my honed ftraia. 

All. 

Wonders are told of bf auty*s powV, 
Nor faintly warms the tuneful iayj 

Your voice and perlbn evVy hour 
By dosens ileal our hearts aways 

Then howtrrfting is the prtie. 

Since fops have ears, and fools have eye»( 

Ak ! lovely nymph, indeed to blcfs, 
Sele^ the worthier fwaln youVe won f 

Who, prizij^ Ibuad and colour ir6y 
Admires you for your frnte alone 5 

Thep foave fit little arts behindy 

And ftu4y C9 improve the mind. 



SONG 53S. 

Written by M\ Mavo». 

Y E N U S, yiftn of P^phos* grove j 

Cupid, g'ld of ardent love ! 
All your charms and fljirty 1 feel ; 
Wound no more, but learn to heal. 

Pure eniotJLOiis tire my bro^ft; 
Sordid paflions are at rei : 
Love immortal pnly reins. 
Give it*s fyteu, without it*s pi;un&i 



SONG 539. 

Sung at Sadlxr's Wells. 

"^HAT a blockhead is he that*f ifraid te 

die poor! 
We came Fnto the world with our fktns and n» 



So the matter it plain, he that worfliips his pelf, 
Ii a chief te aiankind, and a dupe to hlmielf. 

ril have women and wme, Til have horfes and 

hounds. 
And my tafte In all ihapes (halt be zulM by no 
bounds & 
For the matter la plain, 4rc. 

*Ti» a fmitch of them all moft adbrd the true 

In an olio of fports that the heart cannot clpy t 
For the matter it plain. Sec. 

Ilf a mUtT ^u-^WKf i^sa ^si^MiXt. ni^tVi Vv(K i|a» 
desid:, 
And your w \Ce aai f«>u ^o« V^>a^^^ v^^ ^*^*^ 
youc \{«ad% 
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live, dien, thre' life, «clUbelov*dl And 

I (hall provide mt whatever I pletfe : 
matter is plain, he that worihipfi his^lf, 
et* to ^anlund, and a duj^e to hraifelf. * 



SONG 540. 
SuAf in H^itquim't Imttfimm 
!E, chear up, tny lads, *tif to glory vre 

fometliing new to this woodeiful year: 
lOur we tall you, not prefs you like flives; 
10 are fo frM aa w« A>nt of the waves ? 
rf odk arc our ihipif heart of oak arc aur. 

We always are readfj^ 
Steady, boys, fteadyj 
fi|bty and we*U con<|uerf 4gam and again. 

*crfec our ioM, hut we wi{h them to ftay j 
icver fee us, hut they wlih us away : 
ruBy why we follow, and run them a(hore ^ 
they «>an*t fight ut, yvhac can we do more ! 
rt of oak, fcc. 

IWcar tbey^U iovadt iHs theft t«mbltfbet, 
frighten out women, our chi]dron» and 

louU their Aat«hott«»s in datkaeA gat 

ritont they^ll find Co receive them on (hore. 
itt Hi otk, A:c. 

tkU make them run, and vtUI Aili make 
icia fweit, . . 

te of the drvil, and RrunHa Gaxetfe : 
chear up, my lads, with one voice let us 

oldiers, cur failors, our flatrfmcn, and 

ing. 

of oak are our ihips, heart of oak ire our 

len.; 

We always are ready, 

Steady, bens, fteady; 
fight^ and we'll conquer, agai* and again. 



Such queftions he pats finte f anfwer Mm fo. 
That he makes me mean Ifci^ iho* ifly'worda 
are RHl No. 

Hea/Ic*d,did I hate hin,orthtnkhim too plain? 
(Lee me die if he is not a clever yottng fwain) 
Should bs ventttre a kifi, if I ihim him woaU 

go^ 
Then he preft'd ipy young lipt, while 1 bluih^d,- 

and faid No. 

He aflc*d, if my heart to'another was gone ; 
• If rd have him to leave me, or ceafe to lovt on 3 
If I meant my lifie long to anfwer him fo ^ 
I faulter*d, and figh*d, and reply*d to him, No* 

' This morning an ecj to hia coartihip he raade^ 
. Will Phillis live longer a virgin? he faid j 
I f I prefs yo« to church, will ybu'fcruple to go f 
In a hearty good-humutir, I anfwer^d. No, no. 



SONG 54a. 

' Sung ia Comui, 

g Y the gaily-circling glafs 

We can fee how minutes pafs| 
By the hollow cafl^ are told 
How the waning night grows old. 

Soon, too (bon, the hiify day 
Drives us from our fport and play-t 
What h«v« we with d^y io do? 
Sons uf care, *twas made for you. 



SONG 54«. 

AT I mighr opt beplagu*d wiUi the non- 

fenfe of men, 

nFs*d my mother, again an*! again, 

y as flie bids me wherever I go, 

to all that they aik, or would ka?e, tell 

em No. 

ly believe I have frightcnM a fcort) 
'llwanttobewithme, Iwacfaat^noMore: 
own Tm not foiry for fervin^ them foj 
tho fame thio^ to do^ J again Aould fay, 

htfkerd I tike, with mart courage ftnd 
:t me Mtone, tAo' 1 kid him deptrt | 



S Q N G 543. 

Sung in /fa^ m tkf H^tlU 

J^ Rogue that h hired 
To do what's required. 

And ne*er ftick at honour or confcience. 
To compafs hit ends. 
Will deftroy hit beft friendt ; 

For a villain's fbre friendfhip it nonfenfe. 

Yet ftilt he may laugh, 

WcTT aflTur'd he is fafe. 
And dcfpife all attempts to accofe himj 

For his patron oft-timea 

Promoting hiv crimes, 
Muft (toriiBlf»||ii«fcnfiatifto) cacuib USA. 



• SONG 544. 

THE HAtrr MSXTIXff. 

Snn^ at RAtntLAon. 

J\^ Jamie gay, gaog*d blithe his waj^ 

Along the banks of Tweed; 
A bonn^ lols, m e.MU ^u^ 

C ame tn^yxn^ o' ex ^t. ira^\ 
The heiTt^ (>Na\Tk, \at\\%\x|J^\ \o ^<vv^» 

The Vmixoto t^jm^iVi iw^^-^^^ 
And fuU o€ «^«e^ ia\3^ erwM\>^> 



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Dear laiy* tell, why by tbioc Ul 

Thou haft*ly wafid^rtft hert ? 
My ewety Ae erf 6, are ftraying wUc} 

Canft tell me, laddy, where f 
To town ife hie, he made reply^ 

Some muckle fport to fee ; 
But thou*rt fo fweec, fo trim and neat, 

Ife feek the ewei with thee. 

She gin her hand, nor mide a fttad> 

But Uk*d the youth *• intent j 
0*er hill and dale, o*er plain and vate^ 

Right merrily they went i 
The birds fang fweet the pair to greety 
And flowert Uoom*d arooiid { 

And as they walk'd* of love they talk*dy 
And joys which loven crewB*d. 

And now the fun had rofe to noooi^ 

(The leoith of hit pow*r) 
When to a ihade tlieir fteps they made. 

To pais the mid«dAy hour : 
The bonny lad raw*d in his plud 

The U(s who fcom^d to frown | 
She foon forgot the ewes ihc faiighr^ 

And he to gang to town* 



SONG S45. 

Written by Mr. Lsmoxks. 

^0M£ hafte, myPhillts, hafte awaf 

To yondor verdant grove, 
Where birds fing fweetly on each fpray 
• The melodies of love. 
Where friiky lambkins fport and play 

Around the flow*ry green; 
Drefs*d in dame nature*s bright amy» 

Which yields a lovely fcene. 

Where thc^clear murmVmg rivert mn^ 

In foft and coiling ftrcams. 
Secluded from the fcorching fun. 

And Colin writes his themes. 
1 there my fair-one, let us rove » 

And tafte the fweets of life} 
Like turtle-doves let*a always lOrc* 

And banlih care and ftrife. 



SONG 546. 

Written by Dr. Pakhxll* 

f HIRSIS, t youf and am*rom fwaiii» 
Saw two, the fa^autits of the plain^ 
Whoboth his heart fnbdues 
Cay C«na*s eyes were dacxling fair | 
SalHoa*a cafy fliapc and air 
With fofter magick drew. 

He hiaots the ftream, he hanntt tkt grovCf 
Uves in a fond romance of love. 
And feeans for each to die $ 
TiU each a little fpitefol grown, 
SMblnM Cetia a Atpt nn dowAf 
Aad Ae 5abiaM*§ e/e. 

neir enry made the Acf henf And 
Thof^ey^a which /ove couU Mly Uilld 1 
^retebelomfrtmi 



No more he hannts the gro^ ot ftreafl^ 
Nor with a troe-love knot and n;AA« 
Eograves a wounded tree. 

Ah Celia ! (fly Sablna cry*d) 

Tho* neither Kive, weVe both deoy*d % 

Now, to fupport the fex's pride, 

Let either tix the dart. 
Poor giM ! (fays Celia) fay no mo ret 
For Aon*d the fwain but one adore. 
That fpite which broke hit chains beforOf 

Would break the other^s heart. 



SONG 547. 

IfISS SFAKKOW. 

J^ET nightingales boaft o( their voice, < 

their mien. 
And parrots take pride in their habit of greet! 
The peacock f jr beauty admir*d may be, 
Bot none like the Sparrow can truly pleafe ra 

With innocent mirth how ihe chirps all d 

lo<PKf 
And eafy good-nature adds grace to her foni 
No care to difturb her, but quite full of glee 
She will ever delight and truly pteafe me. 

While dofely confin*d« ihe repines not, iil 

thefe 
Whofe pride and ambition affed their repof 
Bot happily bleft with content, Are Is free : 
Such is the fweet bird that doth truly pieafe ne 

The limner with (kill may attempt to difpli 
With flattering pencil, the fprighrly and ga 
In feathers tho* fine, and deligbtfol to fee. 
Like the form of the mind they can nt\ 
pleafe me. 

Then let me conclude, from what I have fa 
With juftice and candour— >bv fancy not led* 
Of all the gay birds I ever did fee. 
None, yet, like the Sparrow, can truly pleafe n 



SONG 54S. 

Written by Mr. Bo6Tir* 

3 W£BT are the charms of her I love^ 
More fragrant than the damaflc rofe. 
Soft as the down nf turtle dov^. 

Gentle as winds when Z ^!iyr blows, 
RefircflUng as defcending rains 
To fun*bumt climes and thirfty plains* 

True ms the needle to the pole. 

Or ■• the dial to the fun, 
Conftant as gliding wsters roll, 

Whofe fwelling tides obey the moon) 
From every other charmer free, 
My iHt aid k>ve Ihall follow thee. 

The lamb the flow*ry thyme devours^ 
. The dim \\\% Xefk^tt V\^ v^t^>^^« % 
I Sweet?Vk\\ome\»\tifti\4TViN««\ 
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moft change her beanteoM face* 
Tvy M the feafont rife) 
Mr to the fpriog gWet place, 
ncf th* approach of aatumn lliett 
nge on love the feafont bring, 
Ay kaows perpecoal fpring. 

iog tifltty with ftealisg pace, 
ei toftf oakt and ccdari hovr ) 
•arUe towert, and walls of hraii, 
s rude maKh he lereli low t 
BCy doftrojring far and wide, 
ooi the fool can ne*cr divide. 

only with hii cruel dart 
gentle godhead can remove, 
'ive him fruin the bleeding heart4 
lingle with the blett above j 
, known to all his kindred traia, 
J a lafting reft from pain. 

ind his After fair, the foul, 

n-born, from heaven together came s 

ill the univerfe controu^ 

n dying ftRafons lofe their namej 

abodes iluil own hispowV, 

imc and death fluU be no mere. 



S O N G 549. 

[ D, god of pleafing angui A, 

ich the enarao«r*d fwain to langviA, 

tach him fierce defires to know. 

woold be loft in ftory, 

t love ihfpire their glory, 

»vt does all thafs great below. 



so NO 550. ^^3 
I when hli prefent Majiity^wu 
Prince of Wales. . . 

blefs our young prince, and Oitfow* 
hhirwith grace, * 

ime to fupply hJs brave grandfather*t 
ice; 

hi| tutors and (isrvanu both faithful 
d clever, 
s youth from all evil examples deliver. 

Derry down, down, down, derry down. 

mries and goffips, who nothing fo dread 

c «Ter-much learoiAg ihould burden his 

ad; • 

vr teaching a prince how to reafon and 

sak, 

i French novel to Latin and Greek. 

Derry down, 4rc. 

efoit hiftorians, (to tyranny civU) 

rdare Engliih freedom the work of the 

vil; 

rove WlUiam aviUain>if Tamcslat fool, 

at force is oar kii^*8 oniy title to role^ 

Dany down, &c. 

hUdfaphen dup, wbo tMmk ktU bat t 
ha. 



Bid the bible feed moths on my grandMiar'a 

ihslf. 
And by algebra ftuiw how the world made ttfelf. 

Derry down, &c. 

From the nice men of faihSon, who not for 

their life 
Would tread on yonr toe-Ttho* they lie wick 

your wife ; 
Who Papifts and Prateftaoti count mock the 

lame. 
And fit down with ftrlA hoaour to play the 

whole game. 
Derry down, Ik. 

From grave politicians, who fturug and who 

wink, 
But have no time to fpeak« fo profoundly they 

think. 
Who, whilft fcaadalt are carry*d, demurelf 

ftand by. 
And enjoy the tffkCtt of another maa'a lye. 
Derry down, ftc , 

So God blefs the prince, let each koneft boy fing, 
Make him firft a good man, and in time a good 

king; 
Make him wife and religious, and noble aii4 

chafte, . 
And fend him inftnidors 00 worfe than the 

laft. 

Derry down, down, dova, derry down^ 



SONG 551. 

Written by Bxn JoNHSoif. 

3 TILL to be neat, ftill to be dreft* 

As you were going to a feaft; 
Still to be powdered, ftili perfum'd t 
LaJy, it is co be prefum^d. 
Though art*s htl caufes are not fouaif 
All is not fweet, all is not found. 

Give me a look, give me a face« 

That makes fimplicity a grace; 

Robe loofely flowing, hair as frees 

Such fweet ncgled more taketh mey 

Than all th* adulteries of art: 

They ftrike mine eyes, but not my heart. 



S O N O 55au 

iVMMXI. 

Written by Mr. LsicoiiffXi^, 

J^OW nature's beauties bloom aronA, 

Sweet violeu paint the velvet gsouadt 
Perfumes abundant lade each gale> 
And float along the vernal dale. 

The Iriiky lambkins wanton play. 
In lufcious paftures, time away; 
And limpid ftreama harmonious glides 
With &\vet c\%neu\ii\W\T ^^. 

The erauft^d ^We* 4xt$C^ \tw\\^\^ 



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Vl^itH|«»9tH t«lips, AiyrtliBi fteen,' 
Affift to heighten grandeur's uene. 

THb fieMi all gty» in glory. Ujsa^ 
Afiiftcd by brijiht Pheebuf* nifw'y 
Whofc beams refalgcut now appear, 
And early bid iKe moraing fteer. 

The darling, blackbird^ and the thraft, 
!Enrapcur'd chaAt on cv'r)' bu(&: 
H4ghrpois*4 in air the lariu too, fings, 
While cleaving fpace with nervous wingi* 

Ytt all the beauties tiert I p««nt» 
Without the tVir-onrs, feem but fatot) 
For they with prattle gtU our hours. 
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3 ON G 553. 

"^HtLST I gase on Chfbc, tremblings 

Straight her eyr s my fate d«clawf 
WIlcn.AufmJiea, I fear difibnblibg^ ' 
When (he frowns, 1 then idpair* 

Jf aloua ttf (996 rifa] lorer^ . . 
If a wandering.look ihe givea^ 
Fain I would refolve to leave her, 
. Ba£,cjM> f^ncx caafcta lire. 

Why (hou)d I conceal my paffiosy - 

OrthetormenCt leii4ar«? 
1*11 dlfdofe my inclination j 
. *AWe(lil (itftiaic* yieidf^ n* CQre« 

SorcLit is. not in her natuxe*. 

To be cruel to her flave ^ 
She is too divfne. a creatore^ 

To defirpy- whaD Qu can fave* 

Happy*s he whofe inclinatJoo- 
Warms but with a gentle heat.(. 

Never mounts to raging paffioos 
JLove^i a tornent, if too greau 

When the (^orm is once Wown over^ 
Soon the ocean quiet grows; 

But a con Han t, failhful laver» 
Seldom meecs.wich tro^repofe^ 



SONG 554. 
Wrhten by Mr. W— l l— -s. 

HOW happy was I, 

WhenDfliaLwatb^; 
Herprefence rejoiced roy.heartj 
No troubles! knew. 

Till tfl^ime 1 frain Clelia did parU 

Theftinw) f«d<tiie<ref«rfii 1 

With pabr l-nlieari!! 
The dif^uieti fsjMniad'VB^MfQCV) 
. Time mpvcs (lowly oii^ 

Content f have none ; 
Oh! feel for, and pity, my woei« 

M/fair mUlrlmjmJ^f 
UtrproaUft k blading Iji^ikit^ 



Then why fo lament ? 

For fhamet be content 
For the prel'cn:, her abfence endare* 

The time fhosflv wi!l be. 

When I Delia Ihairf-r. 
And wiih her in wedlock be joinM j 

Then, how happy my Aace, 

rU not envy the %n^9 
But enjoy, with my fair, peace of tamA, 

I covet not wealth. 

But » good flivre of btalrh. 
For myfeif and the girl I adore: 

We Ml live at our eafe. 

And do as we pleafe ; 
Ye %<yis \ what can mortals wi/h more. 



SONG 555. 

TM-l I W VI -f AT ion. 

Written by Mr. T. B. 

''J'lS dano^ Tve rair'da roral bow'r 

Deep in the twilight (ha<hi 
There blooms full many a lovely flow*r| 
Ah ! wou'd they never fade. 

Come, then, my Lucy, Ealle away. 
And nature's man^^Mi view ; 

Sc/»ea-(t'froffl the fun's too piercing ray^ 
Bach flowrot blooms for you. 

At your command, thy fliepherd ftrove. 

To deck the ft^dy green i 
You faid'the fpot wa* f irm'd for love \ 

I-h^ard, m»4 bleA-ih« fe^ne. 

Ah! let it not bebleftin'v^nf 
Bu^ there reward my truth i 

Repay thy cOnlVant Harry s pain 
With innocence and truth. 



SONG 556. 
Wfitwn-by Mr. Leisioine-. 

f^OuW fair i» my love/ 
A« kind as. the dove } 
Her temprr boih lively and gay : 

The lily, and rohe, 

Upm« her fi^arks Wows, 
To give her the fplendour of May, 

Her fliape, and her mien, 

PtodakB her the queen 
Of beauty, of virtue, and troth 5 

Her eyes are like jet, 
. H^ te'ctK neatly fet 1 
Ve go^s! in the prime of her yontb. 

Her Tftlte, Irke the thrafli, 
That-finge on- the buflr. 
When meadows look bloonnng and %wf 

\ TV\%t Aance ot^ \V* v^u^. 



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5 cnri, Don't repine, 

)t)n Hiali be th'ine, 

ir thy fond boffjm of ftrife; 

picATdre's fwcet l>ow'r 

r'll pais ev*ry hoar, 

lature fupplies us with li/e. 



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S O N G 557. 

Sung in CymM* 

J ftovid we forrow, who never knew fin ! 
fmilet of concent (hew our fiptiire 
vith'tn : 

»e has To rais*d me, I now tread in ;tir! 
re fcni from Hf av*n to lighten my care I 

rphtfdcA views me with fcorn and dif- 

n! 

epberd purfuet xnt, but all !$ in vain i < 

« wUI I forrow, no longer defpair, 

t fentfrom Heav'n to lighten my care ! 



SONG 558. 
Wrhtea by Mr. Carey. 
A the court to the cottage coAvey me 

I weary of grandeur, and what they 
:aU gay J 

Sere pride without mrafure, 
id pomp without pleafurfi, 
fe in a circle ot' hurry decay, 

ote, and retired, from the noife of the 

town, 

an|te my hrocadefor a plain rufler gown : 

f friends /hall be frw," 

t well chofen, and true, 

zet recreation our evenings (hall crown. 

rural repafl, a rJc^ banquet to me, 

iffy ^rcen turf, near fomc Aady old tree j 

le river's ci<ar bnnk 

all afrurd nic my drink, 

npVance my friend ty phyiician /hall be. 

Im and fcrene, with contentment flill 
bleft, 

giddy joy, or witlj forrow depre/i, 

neither invoke, 
T repine at death's ftroke, 
Ire from the wot id as I woa*d to my reft. 



SONG 559. 

' roftf bloflfom, meads are /horn, 
d gently wav^s the verdant corn i 
if brightly blue, and hark! 
ectly "fings'the rj/ing larjt ! 
'Mmt, my Molly, fleep no more, 
it Co love, apd converfe dear } 
tnfpfttt thunder on the fhore, 
I tminlf wiib the fummet narm 

t brecMc that ftns the Howtr, 



O could I breathe no gale but this, 
And make my lifie one kngtben'd kifs! 
Then gnfp my arm^ and kr: us We 

To yon grotclqnely banging grove j 
Upon it's ihaggy brow I fpy 

A cottage, form*d for us ^nd love. 

Kot more yon iky- clad mountain^'s fpirt 
The u^nd^rint; clouds beneath admJrff 
1'han village /wains my conftant iovc. 
Their vulgar Mimes fo far above* 
But wbo« Itfhen lu/cious grapes depend. 

From thorny brake would berries pull f 
And whrrr fuch charms as ih'ian tranfceoi. 

The pa/Hon's yoong, though years be full. 

Up heav'n's high flerp day's dacsling ilar 

Behind has le/t the Eaft afar; 

The bees, trom flowery hill and plaiQ, 

Rich fun-exalted juicfts drain ^ 

Let us, my fair-one, ufe, as they, 

The favours granted from above ; 
Draw bir'/liiigs frbip our /hort-liv'd day; 

Man's true pufCuit Is peaice and love. 



SONG 560. 

AMACKSOI9TIO. 

BACCHUS, JoTt's delightful boy, 

Gen'rous god of wine and joy. 
Still exhilarafes my foul 
With the irapturea of the bowl. 

Then with feather'd.fcet I boui^d. 
Dancing ina fc/live round $ 
Then I (ctl, in fparklin< wine, 
Tranfportt delica^, diytne. 

Then the fprightly mu/Ic warms ; 
Song delights, aad. beauty channl| 
Debonaire, and light, and gay^ 
Thus I dance tlwLhoisrt away. 



S O NO 561. 

Written hy tlhe £oitoii« 

Y E /hcpherdf , fo jopund and gay, 

O l\fttn avrhile to my fMtt\ 
And while you attend to the lay. 
Find out fome relief for my pain. 

Not the lofs jof my /heep do I mourn. 
No lambkin ha« ftray'd from my field § 

Nor dotft Corydon fit, thus, fbriora. 
For bleffioff that ricftes could yield* 

Ah, no ! were his grief but for thefe. 
Your fporti might foon bani/h hit carct^ 

But tell me what paftime can eafe 
The fwain who both loves and dcfpairt i 

While Phillis, too beautiful maid, 

Hcprdi not ^wtr Cor|doBk'% CL|}v\\ 
In vain he (qV\c\\% '^<mx «k!^> 
TW ibWIt o( VAU x» i(i<i\le« 

Nty» dtooij not ni\^ ^\vj ?« tftft^ 

Nm VuLn% 4^^ik ^VM \k«*J^^V^^^\^V 



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Too well your opinion I fee, 

And read what you wiih to declare. 

|n abfence, alone, ye would fay, 
I mufl hope for a cure of my fmartj 

But how can the (hepherd e>r ftray 

From the image that dwells in his heart! 

Then grieve mc not more with your care 
For a wretch who for ever Vnuft weep j 

But leave roe, the prey of defpair. 

While each of you tends on his fheep. 

But mine, when you've feen me laid low> 

(Fulfil me this lateft requcft) 
To beautiful Phillis beftow; 

And, oh I may fhe ever be bleft I 



SONG 562. 

3 IN C£ beauty's the object we all do purfue, 
Let us try the dear charmer to fiad^ 

Whole virtue and truth 

Adds a luftre to youth, 
JknA where fweetoefs and con(lancy*s join*d« 

In enjoyment like this, ye who know, fpeak 

the blifs 
That*s found where two hearts do unite; 
Where the lafs whom we love| 
^11! our wi/hei approve, 
'And fincerely that Jove will requite* 

Say, what joy or delight f hat*i on earth can 

compare 
To the mutual endearments of love ! 
Then to pleafures refin'd 
Let^s all be refign'd, 
And biulh where we cannpt improve. 

And ye, O ye fair! the juft pride of our iHe, 
Fam*d fot beauty, good-nature, and drefs^ 
May ye ever be true 
To the man who lores you, 
And witlf teoderne(a ftrive him to blefs. 



S OJf Q 563. 

X.OVS AND INNOCENCE. 

Written by Mr. Nicholas. 

Recitative. 

INHERE two tall elms their verdaat boughs 

entwinM, 
To form a (hade fome Spreading hasels joined, 
• *Twai there, to pafs in fweeti the fultry hours, 
Young Damon huifg the woodland's faireft 

flow'rsi 
An4 when intenfely beamed the mid-day heat, 
rie led his Phillii to the cool retreat $ 
Where grew the cuckoo -bud, and daffodil. 
With wild thyme fweet, that loves tke mofs- 

clad hill. 
No eye to fee, no ear to bear their chat, 
Low 00 the velvet-grafs the lovers fat ; 
Isct not foul envy think they meant offence, 
Xa more they knew, but Love and Innocence.' 
Wjeh gentle aecenu trembling on his tungue, 
J'Aus i0 thcauii he hf4 the ikcpherd iunj^i 



Aia. 

Whilfl fhelcfr^d from the beams of noon 
Your ewes and lambkins reft. 

Dear Phillis, grant the promi^'d boon. 
And make your Damon h\ti\. 

The thrufh no more (hall wake the plain | 

The lark, ;t rifing day, 
Forgf t t9 give h>8 chearing drain, 

When fpring leads up the May s 

Thefe clover- vales ihall bloom no more. 

No verviure drels the grove j 
Von ftream forfake it's ruftiy ihore. 

When I deceive my love. 

Recitative. 

No more he meant, than on her breaft to He 
Xo dream of joys the realms of blifs fupply. 
The blushing maid, of virtue's facred train, 
Repuls'd hi* love, and thus addrefs'd her fwaif 

Air. 

Far o'er the mead a fliepherd dwells. 

All (ilver if his beard ; 
Note what the hoary hermit tells, 

Therc-s truth in ev'ry word. 

Laft eve I ran acrofs the vale. 

Swift as the fwallow flies; 
His cot obrain'd, f told my tale. 

And begg'd him to advife. 

Beware (he faid) our tuder race. 
For yoqth is fraught with art; 

And he who wears the faircft face. 
Oft wants a gentle heart. 

Haplefs for lifers the lucklefs fiiir. 
If fuch (hcs doomed to wed ; 

'Twere better death ihoulj fave her care. 
Upon her bridal bed* 

Such were his words ; and, O my fwaio! 

Should you prove infincer^, 
Phillis mutl thro' her life compUin, 

And often drop a tear. 

Recitative. 

, The ardent lover heard the maid's furprite} 
Then thus, cnraptur'd, to her plaint repliesi; 

. Aix. 

Pluck wild fufpicion from your mind; 

Once rooted, 'twill encreafe. 
And foon llie bitter fruits you'll find 

Deftru^ive to your peace. 

Think better, fweet, of one that's true, 
Believe my heart your own ; 

For were a thoufand maids in view, 
l*d take but you a'one. 

This boon I aik of Heav'n to give s 

In fome iequefter'd home. 
With' you in wedlock's bonds to live. 

Without a thought to roam. 

From grey-ey'd morn till Oilly eve* 
From eve till riling day, 



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2 but mint, with rofy healcb^ 
X <i«ar content be by j 
H Vi\ leave the Tons of wealtbf 
ichout a finale (igh* 

Recitatxye. 

ang the youth, whofe brea4 was ho- 
»ur*t throne, 

mind fimplicity bad made her oWnj 
If afield, the tinklins village bells 
fportive echo from her grots and cells. 
eft the grove, unto the cance they fped ; 
i till ere, and the next murn were wed. 

All. 

>ve and fond wiOies concur 

make them the talk of the plain; 

iaij(a take example from her, - 

iid the ihepberds all copy the fwain. 

e'er fuch examples are Ihown, 
lio of wedlock can evrr repent; 
conftancy governs the throne, 
h< fubje£b are fufe of coateot. 

- Recitative. 

k no more, let lovers learn from hence, 
rmen wills, ihan Love anJ Innocence. 



SONG 564. 

'E, thou'rt the bcft of human joys, 
>ur chiefeft happinefs below ! 
ler pleafures are but toys ; 
without thee is but noife, 
icy but an empty fliow. 

I, that knew beiV what man coii^d n>ove, 
raife his thoughts above the brute; 
«ethim be, and let him lov6« 
»nly muft hU foul improve, 
re*er pbilofophers difpute. 



SONG 565. 

XKV0CA1*I0N TO HEALTH. 

£T EST health, of rofy hue, 

righteft daughter of the flcy, 
and bid thofe (kies adieu, 
to Coraelia^s bofom fly ! 

htCf nyaiph, ah - hzde along, 

snd Jifteh to my fong : 

»f you I tune my lay ; 
virgin, halte awdy. 

fore, goddefs, ha (I thou fled, 
esce fo fweetly thou dldft rtft ; 
aim, fo foft a bed, 
h content, thy ftd^r, bleft. 
ah! come, and with thee bring 
from Lethe's foothing fpring; 
from Tempc s fragrant vales, 
* whifh the gods regales., 

ft come ! iiid on her breaft 
i tkf htiiliag iisAaeoce | 



Let no cares that fpot molcft, 

Drive all pain and forrow thence* 
Why deliy'ft thou, goddefs, fay? 
Virtue calls thee, come away ; 
riy'ft thou from that heavenly cell, . 
Where virtue's felf delights to dwcU ? 

Haf^e thee, faired, pr*ythee hafte^ 
Nor to qujt one heaven fear ; 

Hie thee to Cornelia's brcaft, 
Thou wilt make a heaven there* 



SONG 566. 

ANACREONTIC tOCXlTT* 

Written by Ralph Tomlxnson, Efq. 

T d Anacredn, in Heav'n, where he fat lA 
full glee^ 
A few fons of harmony fent a petition. 
That he their iufpirer and patron would be$ 
When this anfwer arrived from the jolly old 
Ciecian— i* , 

Voice, fiddle, and flute. 
No longer be mute; 
I'll lend ye mv name, and infpire ye td boot : 
And, befides,ril inftruft yc, like me, to intwine 
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus'* vine* 

The news through Olympus immediately ^ew; 
When old Thunder pretended to give him- 
iclf airs— . 
If thefe mortals are fuffer'd their fcheme td 

purfue. 
The devil a goddefs will ftay above fttirs. 
Hark ! already they cry. 
In tranfports of joy, 
A fig for Parnaffus ! to Kowley*i We'll fly ♦ 
And there, nr.y good fellows, we'll learn t» 

intwine 
The m/ftle of Venus viritti Bacchus*s vine. 

The yellow-hair'd god, aiid hla nine fuStf 
mhids, 
To the hill of old Lud will incontinent See, 
Idalia will boaft but of tenantlefs fliades. 
And the biforked hill t mere defart will be; 
My thunder, no fear on't. 
Will foon do it's errand. 
And, dini'me ! I'll fwingc the ringleaders^ 
I warrant, 
ril trim the young dogs, for thus daring to tvirine 
The inyrilfc of Venus with Bacchus's vine. 

Apollorofcupj and fald, Pr'ythee ne'er quarrel^ 
Good king of the gods, with my vot'ries 
below : 
Your thunder is ufelefs—^then, fliewing big 
laurel, 
Cry'd, Sic evitaliU fulmtn, you know! 
Then over csch head 
My laurels I'll fpread ; 
So my fons from your crackers no mffc&Icf 
ihall dread, 
Whilil fnug in their dub-room, they jorUUv 
twine f ' 

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Kf xt MomiM got up, wi th his rifible pblx, 

And fwore with Apollo b€*d cbearfully join— 
The full tide of haroMiny ftili.ihall be his, 
Bui the fcingy ^d the c«ccb» and th« laugh 
ih«H be mine! 

Then, Jove, be not jealous 
Or' th«re hon«(l fellows. 
Cry'd Jove, We relenc, fince the truth you 
now tell us ; 
And rwear,-by Old Styx, that they long Aall 

intwine 
"fhe itiyrtle of Venus wTtK BaccBusVvlne. 

Ye fom of Anacreon, then, join hand in hand ; 

PVeferve urianinkity, friendiliip, and love! 
*Ti8 yo«r*s to/upport what!s fo happily plann*d; 
VouVe the fandion of gods, and the fiat 
of Jove. 

While thus we agree. 
Our toaft let it be. 
Kfay our club flourifh h^ppy, united, and free ! 
And long may the fons of Anacrcon intwine 
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus*s vine. 



S O N C 56^. 

QUf Hymen, propitious, receive in thy train 

A pair unfeduc'd by the felfifii. and vain ! 
Whom neither ambition nor int'rei!^ draws. 
But love, cordial fulijeA, fubmits cb thy laws 1 

Our fouls for the fwcets of thy union prepare. 
And grant us thy blilfes, unblended with care: 
Let mutual compliance endear all our dstytf 
And friendihip grow ftfonger as paflion decays. 



SONG 56S. 

TK£ SHEPilEKD COMroaTED. 

^S Cynthia late, within the grove, 
Hemoan*d his too fuccefs!efs love, 

And eaa'd (retired) his fec^et pain, 
The god of love, who wander'd-ikear, 
Chanc'd his complaint to overbed , 

And thus aJdrefs'd the Twain : 

Rife, (lily ihepberd, rife, (he cry'J;) 
It feemr you're eafily deny'd, 

Becaufe the charming nymph Is coy : 
The tongue may learn- to fpeak widb art| 
But would you know the fat;-one*s heart, 

Confult it In her eye ! 

*Tis in that mirrour of her fc)ul. 
The fecrers of her bqfom roll, 

Revealed, without dSfguife, to view ^ 
For, Cynthia, take it for a truth. 
You only are the favoured youth. 

And Lydia loves but' you ! 

tlo more roy^ altars then upbraid, 
Jifor thas invoke my needled aid ! 
r.' ShHie iaithfftl 1 b*ve done my part t 
Th^ own perform wfth like addrefs, 
^hM^hbnJh^n yiftld, thy anna, to bltft. 



So fpokr, finrcre, the friendly god, . 
When ftraight along the flow'ry road. 

The nymph wit!) languid beauty niovM; 
The fwain with joy the moment fciz'd. 
She heard his tender vows well piea«*d. 

And all his wi/h approv*d. 

With grateful pride, and gladfome air^ 
To Hymen's flarine he led the fair ! 

And made the laiVing blifs fecure. 
Let ma:ds ilo mere falfe coldnefs fei^n, 
Let faithful fwains no more complain, 

But' boldly afk a cure ! 



SONG 569. 

Written by Mr. Nicholls. 

gWEET Flora, revifit our Ifle, 

Come quickly, and lead up the Mvff 
For, ah ! how I fufFcr the while 

Soft ZephVus and thou art away. 
Now hawls the Notch wind round my coC; 

My cot by the Qrcam's froacn fide ; 
Ah ! left 1 grow fick of my lot, 

Bid the rigorous feafon fubfide. 

From the elder-tree melt the pale fnow, 

'Tis time ibe had put forth her grecnii 
Again bid the rivulet flow. 

And with primrofes brighten the fcene: 
New robe the tall king of the grove). 

Bid the birch and the poplar look gayj 
Bid the eglantine form an alcove, 

And dog-rofes bluAi on the fpray. 

Again bid the hawthorn-tree charm, 

That the bee may rep'eni(h her hive} 
That the finch may be (helter'd from harflS 

And her neftlings in fafety furvive. 
Bid the howibeam it's foliage untwine. 

To harbour the innocent dove, 
Wiiere (lafe from the ruAick's defign) 

Sie may rear her calm ofr'spiing of lovr. 

Bid Zephyr difTufe his foft galei^ 

Thar my Caiep on the hare-bells may feed; 
Wake the vi'Jec that ileeps in the vale. 

With tbe cowdips which droop in themesd- 
Let the l^rxe yield it's bloiToms of gold ; 

Bid the tanfy perfume the ftill glade { 
Le: che wild rh>me ic*8 fiow'reta unfold, 

And fweci-briarfpring in the ihade. 

Bill the clover in frj«(rancy yield { 

Bid the mowrr rcl'urbi/h his fcytbe) 
Bid the pe.i-bloiroms garnilh the field« 

That my Phcbe may gather a tythe^ 
Of thefaiieft that biow on the plaia. 

Of the fweeteft that fpring in the 
To wreath, gentle goddefs, thy fane* 

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fRmct t here on ctrth ftill remain , 
A ftranger to comfort and reft, 

At cnce 1 will end atl my pain 

This dagger Til flieath in my breaft* 



- % OS Q 571. 

TH« rATlSNT COVNTISS} AK OtD 
BALLAD. 

I M PAT I E N C £ changeth fmoak to flame, 

Bttf jefloufy 11 hell: 
Some wives by patience haVe reddcM 

HI huftandt to live well} 
Ai did the lady of aa ear], 

Of whom I now Aall tell. 

An earl there was had wedded^ lov*d j 

Was lov^d, and lived long 
Fall tnieto his H\r cobntefi] yet 

At laft he did her wrong*. 

Oacc honred he until the chtdf. 

Long faftingy and the heat. 
Did houfe him in a peakiih grange 

Within a fbreft great. 

Where known and wdcom*d (at the place 

And perfons might afford) 
Brown bread, yvhigy bacon, curds and milk. 

Were fet h!ni on the board. 

A cafliion made of lifts, a ftool 

Half- backed with a hoop. 
Were brought him, and he ficteth down 

Befide a forry coup. 

The poor old couple wifliM their bread 
Were wh.cat, their whig were perry. 

Their bacon beef, tiieir milk and curds 
Were cresm, to make him merry. 

Mean-wbile (in tmScI neatly dad. 

With linen white as fwan, 
Herfclf more white, fave roiy where 

The ruddy colour ran 9 

Whom naked nature, not the aidi 

Of art made to excel) 
The good man's daughter ftirs to fee 

That all were feat and well j 
The earl did mark her, and admire 

Such beauty there to dwell. 

Yet falls he to their homely farey 

And held him at a feift : 
Bot at his hunger ilakcj, fo 

An amorous heat increased. 

When this repaft was paft, and thankt> 

And welcome too^ he faid 
tJnto hU hoft and hoftefs, in 

The bearing of the ma!d. 

Te k«ow (qnoih he) that I am lord 

Of this, and many town:^ 
ff alfo know that you be poor. 

And 1 can fpa:e you podoch. 

%9 wJi J, itf JV wW CQBieutg 

Oogiwc JB# iearc to try. 



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Who needs to know it? nay, who daret 
Into my doings pry? 

Fir:^ they miflike, yet at the length 

For lucre were miftedj 
And then the gamefume earl did woo 

The damfrl for his bed. 

He rook her in his arms, as yet 

So coyilh to be kifs'd, 
As maids that know themfelves belov'd^ 

And yieldingly relift. 

In few, his oifsrs were fo large 

She laftiy d;d confent ; 
With whom he lod^-fd all that nighty 

And early home he went. 

He took occa^on oftentimes 

In fuch a forc to hunt. 
Whom when his b.dy often mifs*d. 

Contrary to his wont. 

And laftiy was informed of 
His amorous haunc elfewherej 
\ It griev*d her not a little, though 
She fsem*d it well to bear. 

And thus ftie reafons with herfelf t 
Some fault, perhaps, in me; 
I Somewhat is done,^that fo he doth { 
Alas! what may it be ? 

How may I win him to himfelf ? 

He ira man, and men 
Have imperfc^ions; it behovet 

Me pardon nature then. 

To check him were to make him check« 

Although he now were chafte: 
A man controuleJ of his wife, 

To her makes Iclibr hafte. 

If duty then, or dalliance, may 

Prevail to alter him; 
I will be dutiful, and make 

Myt'elf for dalliance trim. 

So was fhe, and fo lovingly 

Did entertain her lord. 
As fairer, cr more faulPlefs, cone 

Could he, for bed or board. 

Yet ftill he loves his leiman, and 

Did ^till purfue that game, 
Sufp-c^ing nothirg lefs, than that 

His lady knew the (ame: 
Wherefarc, to make him know flie knew. 

She this device did frame. 

When long ftie hid been wrongM, and fiiught 

The forefaid means in vain, 
Sue ridcth to the fiinple grange 

But with a flender train. 

She Ughteth, entereth, greets them «el^ 

And then did look about her: 
The guilty houftiold knowing her. 

Did wiih themfeUet without hef ^ 
Vet, for (Kc looked ttvertU^^ 

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Such betuty made the coonreft hold 
Them both cxcusM the rather. 

Who would not bite at fuch a baJt ? 

TboHght /he : and who, (though lothe) 
So poor a wench, but gold might tempt? 

Sweet errors lead them both. 

Scarce one in twenty that had bragg*d 

Of profFer'd gold dcny'd, 
Or of fuch yielding beauty baulk*d> 

But, ten to one, had ly*d. 

Thos, thought (he; and (he thus declares 

Her caufe of coming thither: 
My lord, oft hunting in thefe pirts* 

Through travel, night, or weatber. 

Hath often lodged in your houfe j 

I thank you for the fame : 
For why— it doth him jolly eafe 

To lie fo near hit game. 

But, for you have not furniture 

Befeeming fuch a gueft, 
I bring his own, and come myfelf 

To fee his lodging dreft. 

With tha! two fumpters were difcharg*d> 
In which were hangings brave. 

Silk .coverings, curtains, carpets, plate> 
And all fuch turn ihould have. 

When all was handfomely difpos'd^ 

She prays them to have cnre 
That nothing hap in their defaulty 

That might his health impair. 

And, damfel, (quoth (he) for it feems 

This houihold Is but three; 
And for thy parents age, that this 

Shall chiefly reft on thee ; 

Do me that good, eliir, would to God 

He hither come no more. 
^ took (he hoife, and ere (he went 

Beflowed gold good ftore. 

Full little thought the county that 

His countrfs Mad done (o^ 
Who, now returned from far a^airs^ 

Did to his fweetheart go. 

Ko fooner fat he foot within 

The late deformed cote. 
But that the formal change of things 

Hit wond*xing eyes did note. 

But when he knew thofe goods to be 
His proper goods ; though late, 

Scarce taking leuve, he home returns 
The matter to debate. 

The countefs was abed, and he 

With her his lodging took ^ 
Sir, welcome home (quoth ihe) this night 

For you I did not look. 

Then did he queftion her of fuch 

His (luff beftowed fo. 
Forfoothy (quoth fhe) becaufe I did 

Vour Jo re Mad iodging know : 

Tour love to be t proper trench, 
Voor Joking aothing lefi ,* 



( held It for your health, the houtk 
More decerftly to drcfs. 

Well, wot I., notwithftinding her, 

Vour lurdihip loveth me ; 
And greater hope to hold you fuch 

By quiet, than brawls, you tee. 

Then for my duty, yoiir delighCy 

And to retain your favour. 
All done t did, and patiently 

Expc^ your wonted 'haviour. 

Her patience, wit, and ajifwer, wroughlf 

His gentle tears to fall : 
When (kifling her a fcore of times) 

Amend, fweet wife, I (hall. 
He faid, and did it} fo each wife 

Her hu(band may recal. 



SONG 571. 
Sung at Saolsr*s Wel/.s. 

•RXCITATIVZ. 

'P O yonder beech*s friendly (hade 

Repair, my Aura, lovely maid; 
And while our lambkins frolic make. 
Thy (hepherd'i trealure fmiling take* 
All. 

Were to my wi(h thy temples bound, 
H01V India's gems (hould blaze around I 
Yet wi(hes are but idle breath } 
Accept, in lieu, a rofy wreath. 

Had I proud Per(ia at my beck, 
What gaudy robes my fair (hould deck! 
But as it is, vouchfafe to wear 
What once en wrapt my fleecy care. 

Of burni(hM gold, or (liver fair, 

Thofe feet of thine fliould fandals bears 

But all I have to offer now^ 

The hide of Dap, thy fav*rite cow. 

Said Aur»— Sandals, robes, and crowns. 
Are flender proofs 'gainf^ fortune's frowns j 
We've health and eafe— Is heaven fcant^ 
Here, take my hand— we've all we want. 



SONG 573. 

p ESOLV'D, as her poet, of Celia to ling. 
For emblems of beauty I fearcb'd thro' lit 
fpring; 

To flowers foft blooming compar'd the fweet 
maid. 

But flowers, tho' blooming, at ev'ning may 
fade. 

Of funthine and breeaes I next thought to write. 

Of breeaes fo calm, and of fun(hine fo bright; 

But thefe with my fairnorefemblance wUl hold. 

For the fun fets at night, and breezes growcol^ 

The clouds of mild evening array'd in pale blue. 
While the fun-beams behind them peep'd glit- 
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tie« are tranfient; but Celia's will 
gf and when fummer, and autumn, 

I; 

id good-humour no feafon difarms, 
il of my Celia enlivens her charms. 

on a fruit-tree a bloflbm I found, 
luty difplay'd, and (bed fragrance 

ught the mufet had fmiPd on my 

m, 1 cry*d, will refemble my fair; 
irs fo giy, and united (o well, 
te texture, ;<nd ravilbing fmeii, 
bn*s dear emblem : but «rhere ihall 

a beauty that equals her mind? 
m, now pleaiing, at fummer*i gay 

ilh at firfl, and mud afterwards fall ; 
it the fruit, it's fucceiTor, fhall rife, 
difrob'd ot it*s beauteous difguife: 
hen youth, that gay blolTjm, is o'er, 
:ues ifflprov'd, ihali engage me the 

ev'ry beauty that brighten'd her 

ncrit is ripened by love and by time. 



SONG 574. 

Sling at Martbone. 

k*s flirill note awakes the morn, 
'eeses wave the ri,)en'd cornj 
/-harveft, ft tc from fpoi), 
»e hap}»y faimcrs toil; 
g b^wl fucceeds the flail, 
I he tells (he jocund tale. 



SONG 575. 

AL1NTINJ*S-DAY# 

blufhcs dy'd the ^heek of mom, 
iew-drops giiftcn'd on the thorn j 
larks tun'd their carrols fweer, 
e god of li^Iit and heat } 

from his ilowny bed, 
fetta'a chamber fped, 
Lwake, fweet love of mine, 
Lo be thy Valentine* 

that balmy fleep denies, 
inveird her brilliant eyes, 
at a kifs ifhe might obtain) 
y had clns*d again : 
thus caught in beauty's trap| 
>us into Thetis' lap, 
brgot that his defign 
> be her Valentine. 

V> cry'd — /am undone; 
harming youth, begone f 
e, to your wwa /incere, 
OQt yom lovej J|>pcar ; 



No flesp has clnsM thefr watchful eyes, 
(Forgive the fimple fond difguife;) 
fo gen'rous tbo>j;;hti your heart incline. 
And be my faithful Valentine. 

The brutal palTion fudden fled. 
Fair honour govern'd in it's (lead. 
And both agreed, ere fetting fun. 
To join two virtuous hearts in one; 
Their beauteous offspring foon did prove 
The fweet etFects of mutual love 3 
And, from that hour to life's decUae^ 
She blefs'd the day of Vaientine. 



SONG 576. 

SiMig in the Serenata of Scimm* 

'pOG ETHER let us range the £eld« 

Impearled with the morning dew. 
Or view the fruit the vineyard yields^ 

Or the apple's ciuft'ring bough} 
There, in clofe-embower'd Ihades, 

Impervious to the noon-tide ray. 
By tinkling rills, on rofy beds, 

We'll love the fulcry hours away* 



SONG 



577* 



JXALOVST. 

JEALOUSY, be gone, and leave mej 
From my bof'>m, ah ! remove : 
Whiie thou i\z\*(k thou dod but grieve me) 

Hence, thou foe to facredHo-'c! 
Whilil by thee the hr^.rt's directed. 

Ail things double ucci wear; 
Chloe, in thy glafs refifcVed, 
Seems as falfe as Ihe is fair. 

Harmlefs looks and flight expreHiont, 

Where love's eye no meaning readsy 
To fome rival arc confrffions 

Of a heart- that for him bleeds. 
Cruel fpy! that ne'er dilcofers 

What may eafe the frantic mind; 
Hence, nor blaft the blifs of lovers: 

Leave us happy, leave us blind. 



SONG 578. 

THE tOVXa's PSTITIOW. 

P A I R £ R than the opening lilies. 
Sweeter than the morning rofe, 
Are the blooming charms of PhUiia| 

Richer fweets does (he difdofe* 
Long fecure from Cupid's pow'r, 

Softrepofe had lull'd my bread. 
Till in one Ihort fatal hour, 

She *^e^Tw'»\ m^ louX o^ tt.^ 

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From that toroient in her breifV, 
Soon to picy ihcMl incline. 

And, to gifc her bofom reit. 
Kindly heal the wound in mine. 



SONG 579. 

Syag in the Shegf-Shiariiif. 

^OME, come, my good (hepherds, our 

flocics we mufl (hear ; 
In TOur hnlidiy fuits. with your lafTcs appear : 
The happieft folks are rhe guiltlefs and free; 
Aoi who are To juilclefs> fo happy as we ? 

We harbovr no pafSuns by luxury taught ; 
"We praftife no ar;s with hypocnfy t'raoght: 
What flte thinlc ia our hearts, you may read in 

our eyes ; 
For, knowing no falibood, we need no dir^iuife. 

That giant) ambition, we never can dread, 
Our roofs are too low for fo lofty a head : 
Content and fweet chearfulnefs open.our door ; 
They fmile with the /iraple, and feed with 
the poor. \ 

When love hat pofTefsM ua> that love we 

reveal, 
Like the flxks that we feed, arc the pafTions 

we feel j 
So harmlefs and fimpJe we fport and we play. 
And leave to fine folks to deceive and bctruy. 



SONG 580. 

Written by Mr. Nicrolls. 

l^HEN our ifle was in bloom, and all nature 

looked g^y. 
The queea of I'ofc wi{h?s, and B;icchux, ont day. 
Were net ronnd the board, with a flafkofxhe 

beft, 
Where wit, in good-humour, was fat as a guefl. 
Till Bicchus prefumM on tlie pi>vr*r of his vine, 
And Venus retorted, No power*^ like mine j 
] humble the tyrant, I conquer the brave. 
Give feflfe to the clown, and relief to tbeflave. 

The mightieft of kl ngs, tho' the proudefl he br, 
(Jttitt his throne, and bows down in homage 

to me: 
To me, upon earth, fweeter off'rings arife 
Than to Jove, or to any one clfc of the fkles. 
To me all hit wiflies the lover impirts. 
And gracerolly.owni me the goddefs of hearts : 
Waird cities to me their firong gates have 

uiibarr*-d| 
To me all the world bears implicit regard. 

*Tis granted, (fatd Bacchus) but what of all 

this f 

*Tis only to We, to fondle and kifs,* 

To /Jgh nt the feet 

Thejifice ofmygohh 

^^m^eiet the wife, 




*Ti* 3 balm to the bofom v ith rroubJi ^f p/vf/dV 
Gives life to the dull, and inAimicy re:i. 

Bright Venus grew warm, sVid forbad h*m to 

fpcak i 
Her eyes were inflam'd, and .vermilian*d her 

cheek. 
That powV (faid the goddefs) youprife above 

jnln;, 
'Tis true, turn'd the fricnrfs of Ul^flie&tofwine. 
To tLttdt moil unworthy your vot'iies ha^ie 

floop*d, 
Prie^Sy lages, and monarchs, by yon have bcM 

.dup'd ; 
The vile you make worfe, and the dull you 

make fad, 1 

In fh'jrt, yooVe the pow*r to do all. that is bad. . 

The gods faw the furies were Io<{g*d in her 

brca!^, 
Sobepg'd fcr awhile /he'd give o'er the cont^O. 
But Venus, dctermin*d his godftip to vrr. 
Still /bfw'd what it was to contend with the fcx; 
Talk*d much of his pranks* and faid this with 

abufs, 
Fell polfon lurks under thr fweets of your juice. 
To the tongue of the f^^^^rU in vain he reply'd. 
Till heav*n-born Reafon came down to decide. 

Unable to bear her approach, folly fled 
A'jQJig the jvide patii» .wo:n . by .crcQi'a.rnjIc 

t-ead ; 
The vices, in terror, flew fwiftlv away, 
As fhadows of night fiom the prrfence of day; 
Wh'Ift dulneff ftole off, U much f'Areeincfs to 

ihuit, 
As dew from the rofe, when U'a kift*d by the 

fun ; 
The mother of love, with each beart-chearing 

grace, 
Forfook her fod feat, and to^e^on gave £l?ce. 

Her afpe^ was mild as an infant's new born, 
And as chcaring toall asthr benmscf il^e n.nrr. 
Give o>r, (faid the cherub) I*!t Reafon define 
The difTicnce 'twlxc Io\e ^nd tl^e pow'rs of 

the vine. 
Bright parent of nature, fo powVful are yoUf 
Ynu give harmony birth, and exiftenc> rentrws 
The world without ynu^d be a ftatton of pain ; 
Without you we mi^ht fay, it is chaos again. 

Delight of the gods ! when wi th reafpn corabia*d« 
Like gods you infpire and enlighten the miadi 
You humble the proodeft, the fage yoa cejifute, 
Melt the flint of old age, and the brcsft i»f the 

brute } 
Tee mi og. with iovci the rude wave fpeaks thy 

worth ^ 
The air owns thy fowV, •n^ the bofom. of 

earth : 
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fee ftilly (faii the honej-tongu*^ itUy) ^ny, 
toi ReafoB fias fomeching for Bacchus to fay: 
The jmcc of the' buach, if bv lieafon apptyM, 
ZoraptoKt the heart, and mak«t f6rrowfubfitle j 
Giveal^ritf Co fiiirtb>inore than titles or wealth, 
Warau the tide of the veiAc> and*i froduc- 
ci¥8 of (wealth. 

Thefoa bowM to Reafon, with loofcf of efteem ) 
Told Vettns' *twai tniC; and he ownM her 

fapreme j 
He kiB htr ro(e lips with immortal delight, 
Aod comoMnded the queen for fupporting her 

right* 
iThen (clafping the balm-breathing fair in his 

arms) 
He cry*d, *Twat dull to contend with foch 

ckvmt I 
Thnf Bacchut henceforward (&aU (peak of thy 

worthy 
VcnAs goferAi the ikies and the children of 

earth. 

Sh6 moulted fier car, with • trodp of young 

lovesy 
Aid po«der*d with daifies our meads and our 

groves. 
He god gnfpM his Thyrfii, and caught uj^ 

his reins, 
thai drove his young ptrdels> welUpleas*d, 

o*er the plains I 
Be ferdle the land (faid the powV^ as he drove) 
May it's fona preft the vine, and it^'s maids be 

all love i 
Ob their cheeks may the rofe with the lily 

conjoin, 
Afld Rcaibn ehdow them with graces divine ! 



SONG 581. 

Writun by Mr. Gat. 

DAPHNIS flood penfive in the fliade, 
W^rb arms acrofs, and head reclined ) 
^sle looks accos'd the cruel maid. 

And fighs rcliev'd his lovc'-fick mind i 
Hit tunefbl pipfc all broken la/, 
lotkMt fighs, and anions feem*d lo fay. 

My Chide Is unkind. 

Why ring the woods with wafbling" throats ? 

Ve larka, ye linnets, ceafe your ftrains $ 
I fiSntly hear, in your fweet notes, 

Irly Chlde^s voice, that wakes my paint x 
, Yet why Ihonid you your fong forbear ? 
Your mfttei defigbt your fong to hear^ 

But Chloe ifiiiie dtfdalds. 

At thus he melancholy ftood, 

Dejedtd as the lonely dove^ 
Sweet foondl htokt gently tlirbugh the wood. 

I feel the found) my heart-ftrings moves 
Twas not the nightlngsle that fungi 
No, *tii my CMae's fwectet toogac j 

HMfk, hark, ^hMt fMys my lore f 



Nature Mil fpeaks in woman's eyes. 

Our artful iips were made to feign. 
O Daphnes, Daphnis, *tv/as my prido, 
*Twa^ not my heart thy love deny*d. 
Come back, deir youth, again* 

As t*other day my hand he feis*d. 
My blood with thrillihg motion ftew| 

Sudden I put on looks difpleas'd. 
And hafty from his hbld withdrew* 

*Twas fear alone, thou fimple fwain i 

Then hadft thou preft my hand again» 
My heart had yielded tool 

*Tis true, the tuneful reed I blam*d> 
That fwel'iM thy lip and rofy cheek f 

Think not thy (kill in fong defam'd, 
That lip ihouid other pleafures feeki 

Much, much thy mufic I approve) 

Yer break thy pipe, for more 1 lovr^ 
Much more, to hear thee fpeak. 

My heart forebodes that Vm hetrayVt 
Daphnis 1 fear is ever gone ; 

Laft night with Delia*s dog he play*d. 
Love by fuch trifles firft comes on* 

Now, no^, dear ftiepherd, come away^ 

My tongue would now my heart obey* 
Ah, Chloe^ thou art w«n I 

The youth ftcpp'd forth with hafty ^ce. 
And found where wiihing.Chloe lay^ 

Shame fudden lightened in her face, 
Confus'd, (he knew not what to fay* 

At laft, in broken words, file cry*d. 

To-morrow you in vain had tryMy 
But 1 am lod to-day! 



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iooUm it the nymph, f Jke cr,>t,J 



SONG 582. 

J N ancient times, when England's ^am« 

Throughout the wofld was fpread^ 
Proud Gallia trembled at our name* 
And hid her humble head. 

The Briti/h lion greatly fr.iwn'd. 

And Ihook his horrid mien ; 
While thofe who fear'd him flculk'd arovndy 

And dreaded to be feen. 

But now, behold what fate orda!n*d 1 

Nations ourinriu?r.ce mock, 
The Briiiik lion lies enchain*d« 

While ciows the Gallic cock I 



SONG 583. 

^HEN mutual ptAons fire the alad. 

Whatever the latent caufcf 
From nature we are apt to Ay^ 
And violate her laws. 

Friends, btexVvttiv, tTvtttC\^%'ii^vw^ 

And vio'iaie e*cK t\f^ 
Which ought to VvTi\t''tm Wi vaNwt^ 
And fttenR\.heivV\\>*tVj. 

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Ani ercry facrcd bond ii loft 
Which holds the humiui miod* 

But ere the fatal hour ii comet 

Which rati ties de(pair, 
l^t either Yeek the ochcr't weil^ 

And wi(h away her care. 

Let Britain yield that iht ii Wfoaf, 

America not right j 
So may the cpnteft quickly end^ 

And end thU bloody fighc. 



SONG fl^ 
Song In the Sbttp-Sbe^rini, 

L A WN ai white at driven fnowy 
Cy|fr«t, black at e*er wat crow } 

Glovet , at fwect at damalk rofet^ 

Maiki for facet and the nofet \ 

Bugle bracektt, necklace amber^ 

Perfume for a lady*t chamber; 

Ooldcn coift, and ftomtcher». 

For my ladi to give their dear^ ; 

Pint, and poakiog ftickt of ftcet | 

What maidt lack from head to heel : 
Come buy of me ; come buy, came buy» 
Buy ladt^ or elfe vour laffet cry. 

.. / j ;/^-' » • > ' 

SONG 585. 

THE COMFORTt OF HOFt. 

T OVE LY maid, n'»w ceafc to languidly 

Yield not thut thy mind to woe ; 
)^ok behind the cloudt of anguifh, 
Chearing beams of comfort glow. 

X«et enlivening Hope elate thee, 
Hope that points to fairer (kies ; 

Think the tranAsnt ills that wait cheei 
Arc but blefllngs tn tfifguifc. 

Be not by diftrefi deje^ed \ 

Shrink not from affli6(ion*a band: 

Falfehood is from truth deleted 
By the kind enchanireft wand. 

Sage iaftruQrefa^ file Ihall train thee ; 

Ste idy virtue teach thy heart } 
Sharp, but (hort-liv^d paint, await thee; 

£Qdlef& bieflings to impart* 



SONG 5S6. 

THE a AI NBOW. 

"^^ M AT varioot colours deck the bow 

That cafual ftreaka the fky t 
What varioqt tintt of beauty glow 
Beneath my Chloe*s eye I 

The happy mixture forms the grace 
Which beauty calls her own^ 

And in the iky, or in the face, 
lt*t radiaote mnft be known. 

He»9*n*B pi^ard arch awhile oatfpitid» 



But foon the cafual gloom ii At^r 
Illufive, from our fight. 

Thus, lovely Chloe, 'tis with thccy 

Thy beauties now are gay { 
Yet, ere thou read*ft thefe lines, may flecy 

And vaniik far away. 

Then let one moral be impreft 

To laft till time ihall fadej 
The tints that glow within the brcaft 

Immortalise the maid! 



SONG 587^ 

THE WOODBINE ALCOVE* 

^ITH Phillit 1 fought oat the weodbifli 
alcove. 

And prefs^d the dear maid to my breail i 
I fpoke in her ear half the tale of my love. 

And 1 bid her Imagine the red. 

Lord, Sir! (faid the damfel, and bluihiBg iU 

fpckf,) 
1 know not what *fcis you would, fay ; 
I am told that you men with us virgins wlH 

joke J 
Are you now, or in earneft, or play ? 

In.eamc/I, my dear, (I with rapture replied}} 
Your blifs ihall 1 leek throughout life: 

Permit me to-morrow to call you my. bride. 
And you'll fee, how 1*11 boaft of my wife. 

The damfel confented, the bargain was made! 

Our life is the pi Aure of love ; 
And f itill blefs the moment I got the deir 
maid 

To confent, in the woodbine alcove. 



SONG 588. 

AN OLD BALLAD. 

[^ Y mind to me a kingdom is i 

Such perfefl joy therein I find. 
As far rxceeds all earthly bills 

That God or Nature hath aAgn*d : 
Tho* much I want, that moft would bavoy 
Yet ftiil my mind forbidii to crave. 

Content I live, this is my ftay ; 

1 feek no more than may fuffice : 
I preft to bear no haugiity fway } 

Look what I lack my mind fuppliei. 
Lo 1 that I triumph like a king. 
Content with that my mind doth bring*. 

I fee how plenty forfeits oft. 
And hafty cliltabera fooneil fall } 

I fee that fuch as lit aloft, 

Miihap doth threaten mo(( of all : 

Thefe get with toil, and keep with fear| 

Such caret my mind could never bear* 

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ivit'to fiWe a fore, 
ipc to win a lovcr*t eye : 
of thefe 1 yield, at thrall } 
N-oiy miAd defpifeth alL 

rt too much, yet ftillthey crave, 

; have, yet feek no more t 

: but poor, tho* nnch they have^ 

am rich with little ftore : 

>r, I rich} they beg, I give ) 

k^ I knd) they pine, 1 livo* 

lot at another*! loft, 
ge not at another*t gain j 
Uy wave my fflind>can toft, 
k what is another*! bane. 
f«e, nor fawn on friend | 
ot life, nor dread mine end* 

th it Iwalth and perfed eafe ; 
i^iicience clear my chief defence t 
eek by bribes to pleafe, 
f defert to five offence. 
I 4ive, thut will 1 die } 
lldidfo, as well as 11 



S O N O 589. 

Colin to Daphne^ one day, at ifiey fat 
6og each other with innocent chat, 
ted you long, but you ftiil djfapprove, 
ry aflarance you have of mV love. 

•lin, complain not, (was Di^hne*t 

9 jou have, Co your conduA deny ; 
pkin for/aken for you, 1 declare $ 
lin, l.pray, he AOt fo full of care. . 

id I am, deareft Daphne, (he cry*dj) 
• reafon, indeed, at my con^uA to chide: 
torch let «t go, and there end all ftrife { 
ce me once happy to call you my wife. 



SONG 590^ 

A MARTIAL SON6/» 

:, ye lads who wtfli to Aiot 
(ht in future ftory ! 
■rmt, and form the lint 
leadi to martial glory ! 
he mufquet, point the laaee^ 
the worift of dangert ; 
bIttftVing font of France 
ve to fear are ftrangert. 

when the lion-*t rous'd» 
er flag it rearing, 
inda her fimt difposM 
lb Che foe that*t dariiif. 
be mulqaet, *c. 

Teak, with fpeed adirtnce, 
'OUT oavaJ thunder 
ivttbling Aoret of Flraiict* 
rilM tibe worM with woadtefb 



Honour for the brave to Aare 

Is the nobleft booty; 
Guard your coaft, proted the faiff 

For that's a Briton*s duty. 

What if Spain, to take, their partSf 

Form a bafe allianoe ; 
All unite, and Eoglifli hearta 

May bid the world defiance. 
Beat the drum, the trumpet foondy 

Manly and united ; 
Danger face, maintain your ground^ 

And fee your countt ; righted I 



S o N G 59t. 

TiiB MZA'ticmri a catch* 

Written by Capt. TaoMVaoM. 

Sung at VAOxHAtL. 



heyt 



BOATSWAIN! pipe up, all 
Turn out, ev*ry aan and hoy ! 

Make fail, give chace. 

Then (plice main brace I 
A gallant fhio ! my boyt, flie*a Preach I 
In grog and flip here's to each wench* 

LoSof, boyt, higher} 

Stand jby-^flrei 
She ftrilcetl /he ftrikesi oar^a it the day* 
A gloriout priae l«P»belay, belay I 



SONG 59a. 

^S the fnow in valliea lying, 

Phcebus hit warm beamt applj^ag. 

Soon diflblvet and runs away ) 
So the boauttet, fo the graces. 
Of the moft bewitching facet, 

^t approaching age decay* 

At a tyrant, when degraded. 
Is defpis*d, and ia upbraided 

By the fl^ves he once controuKd } 
So the riymph, if none could move her. 
It contemn*d by ev*ry lover. 

When her charms are growing old« 

Melancholy looks, and whining. 
Grieving, quarrelling, and pining. 

Are th* eflfeAt your rigourt mofCj 
Soft carefTes, amorous glances, 
Meltlnj fighs, tranfporting trancea; 

Are the bleft tSfi&» «/ Jove. 

Fair-ones, .^ihile your beauty's blooarfng^ 
Ufe your time, left age refuming 

What your youth profufely Iti^p 
You are robb*d of .all your gloriesy 
And condemned to tell old ftoriea 

To your unbelieving friends. 



SONG 



593* 



Q E LI A, hoard thy charms no moret 
^ Beauty*! Vika tV\* ttC\Ut'\ utal>Tt\ 

StiU tlie ^aitt yftllef&kt^a ^Qoc^ 
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£h4le(i paios thf mifer takes 
To increafe bis heaps of ipoAey{ 

LabViog beef HJs p^trern mtkti$ 
Yet he feari to t^fte his hopej^. 

Viewi with aching ey^ hi 9 fiore. 

Trembling, left he change to loft i^f 
Pining ftill for want of more, 

Tho* the wretch wants pow*r to ufe ft* 
Celia thus, wiri^h endlefs arts, 

Spen<l8 her days, her charms itppreviof^ 
LabVing ftiJl to conquer hearts, 

Vet ne'er taftes the'fweets of lovio^. 

Vrew» with pride her (hape and facey 

Fancying ftiJl /he*s 'under twenty j 
Age brings wr;;ilfl^8 OO apace. 

While (he ftarves with al) her plcaty, 
Soon or late they both will find. 

Time, thf ir idol, from them (eTer } 
He muft leave his gold bf hind. 

Locked whhin kis grave for ever. 

Celiac fate wil| ^lill be worfe, 

When hf fading charms deceive hcf J 
Vain dcfirc will be her curfe, . * 

Whcj) no n^prtal will relieve her. 
Celia, hoard "thy charms no ipore. 

Beauty's like tfic mifcr*s treaTure^ 
Tafte a little of thy ftore; 

What is heapty without pleafqr^ ? 



S O H O 594. 

Supg in Bux9m Jtati, 

'P TIE thund*rf}g dniofs did beat to htttle. 
And rnaria'iing cannons, ppo, 4id fattle : 
The enemy '^er^ely anrVU*4y 
And death with it'« horrors prp«air4« 
Heavy (»04ns^ 
Dying grpvi, 
Cou*d be heard *m]dil the loudeft ^^ n* • 
I fought for yQur fake, 
Made the enemy ^uake, 
And with coaqueft return to your arrv* 



^ SONG 595. 

Written by Sir Joh^i Syc|ttriNC. 

''pi S now, fince I fat down before 

Thn foolifli fort, a heart, 
(Time itrangcly rpcnij a year and mori» 
And ftill I did my part. 

]Made my approaches, from her hand 

Unto her Jjp did iifc» 
And did already underftand 

The language of her eyct, 

proceeded on with 00 I^f« art, 

Kfy tongue was engineer; 
|.ttlQUghL Co undermine the heart| 

^hen this did nothing^ I brought 4o«fA 
^^^''t^ ^Mn/ioji o:tths, anJ jfiot 
^'^oui'vul thoufatid in th^ lo^V 



I then rcfolvM to ftanue t\^i fl4Cit 

By cutting t^ff all kiHes, 
Praifing and fusing on ber fiicCy 

And all fu^ Ij^e ^lUlef* 

To 4r«sr her ouJt, ao4 from h%t ftrcA|t]|| 

I drew all batterjef \n , 
And brought mylelf to lie, at IffOgth, 

Aa if no fiege h^^ l^epa. 

When I h«4 done what man could de^ 
And thought the place my owb> 

The enemy lay ^uiet tfto. 
And fmir4 at all was done. 

t fent to If now from whence and wktrt 

Thefe hopes, and this relief .* 
A fpy inforip*d, honour was tkerty 

And did command in chief. 

March, march, {^uoth 1} the word flcaigktgSff 
Let>^ lofe no time, but leavt her) 

That gi^tnt upon air will live. 
And hold it oot for ever* 

To fuch a place oi|r camp temore 

As will no Aege abide : 
1 hitc a fool that ft^rYf s her lorfi 

Only to feed her pride. 



SONG 596. 

\ N tnnefiil nun^^ers l^t me tell 

The inward joys 1 find, 
NoF» f^cd frofn cire. I know fu)l wtil 
My lovM Prudentia*s kind 1 

Her charms, nor lefs her virtue, fliew 
^ach beauty of the mind ; 

And fiiw among the fex I know> 
Poflefs a heart fo kind. 

Safe 9duUtion> fawning fon^, 
Th^ ^rofa of all mankind, 

While In h^r thoughts difcernment rvBgf 
Will never find her kind. 

Once, haply, in a bteft abode. 

With her, a^id fuch, confign^d^ 

On fancy*s pleafing wines 1 rode. 
And found my charmer kind. ' 

Can fordid wealth or grandeur brin|| 
Thnfe pleafures of the mind. 

Which fiow from that delightful fprtnjf^ 
A fair-one true and Idnd ? 

In friend/hip*s facial band^ 'tis Crue* 

A fund of joys I na4 I 
But what are f^h, wheo plac'd ij| v4t^ 

To thofe of nobler kind ! 



S O N p 55^7. 

MAKT AMBKXf ; AH OLO 8ALS.Af. 

^f^ HEN ci<QU^^ courageous, whom deni 

could not ^v\uV| 
D'ld march tA xJjk*^ tu%«: «>i xVv% «i\vi t>R. ^Wun 

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When brave Blr John Major wgs Aim in her 

Wfco wu her true U^cr, her J0r> *ni 4eUght, 
9eciof(p h( iftf ilaifl moft treacUroofl|c, 
Tbea vowV to reyenge him Mary Amerce. 

Sfcc d<itM [itrfcif ftpm tke t^p u the toe, 
Ib boff qF the brayeft, ipoft feemly to Aow } 
^ fiir fliirt of mail then Hipped on (he ; 
Vai not chia abnve bonj»]r lafi^ Mary Amhree ? 

A helawt of proof 0ie ftraight M proyiae, 
A ftrong arming fword lie girt by her fide. 
Da bar hani a goodJy fair gauntlet had ibe $ 
Wu not thii a brare bonny lafs, Mary Ambree ? 

Then took flie her fword and her target in hand. 
Bidding alJ fuch ai would, be of her hand : 
Tow'aic on hflrperfon came thoufand and three; 
Was ao^ thif a brare bonny liU, Mary Ambree? 



. Then cry^d on( be^ foldlsra, and thua they did 

I . *^* 

So well thoQ becomeft this gallant array. 
Thy heart and thy weapons fo well do agree, 

> No maiden way eyer Uke Mary Ambree. 

She cheared her foldters that foughten for life. 
With andent and ftaodard, with drum and with 

fife} 
With brart clanging trompets, that founded fo 

free J. 
Wu not this a br»vf bonny laA, Mary Ambree f 

Befm I will fee the worft of you all 
To come into danger of death, or of thrall. 
This hand and this life J will ventare fo free; 
Was oot this a braye bonny lafi, Mary Ambree ? 

She led «p her foldiers in battle array, 
Xalnft three times their nua^r, by break of 

the day ; 
Seven hours ip ikirmifli continueil ihe; 
Wm boC this a ^ve bonny Ufs, Mary Ambree ? 

She filled the Itlea with the fmoke of her Aot, 
And her enemies bodies with bullets fo hot} 
For one of her own men a fcore killed fliex 
Wataot thU a brave bomiy lafs^ Mary Ambree? 



And when her falfc ganner, to fpoil her intent. 
Away all her pellets and powder had fpent, 
Straifht with her keen weapon flie Aaiht him 

in three: 
Was not this a brave bonny lafs, Mary Ambree ? 

Being fallely betrayed, lor lucre of hire. 
At lepfCh ib« was forced to make a retire ; 
Thea her fok^icrs into a ftrong caftle drew flie : 
Wftuioc (his e brave bonny lafs, Mary Ambree ? 

Ifer^bcM they befct ktr on trtty Bde, 
At thiokfag chfc fiege &e ^ovld never ^de : 
J^^f^ohfir w^lli tbwy m lUl decree ; 



Then took (ht her fword and her target in hand 
And mokintiog the waiU aliundavLntcd didAand' 
There daring the captains to match any three t' 
O what a brave captain was Mary Ambree 1 

Now fay, Englifk captain, what wonldeft thtfli 

give 
To ranfom thyfelf, which elfe muft not live f 
Come, yield thyfelf quickly, or flain tho9 miift 

be. 
Then fmilcd fwectiy fair Mary Amhstet 

Ye captains coorageoiis, of valour fo beld^ 
Whom think ypu, before yon, you now 4o be- 
hold ?— 
A knight, Sir, of Snglaad, and captaio 4> free» 
Who fliortly with us a prifoner muft bo* 

No captain of England ; behold in your fight 
Two breads in my bofom, and therefore nm 

knight : 
No knight. Sirs, of England, aor captgin you 

fee. 
But a poor fimple maiden, caU*d Mary Ambngf* 

But art thou a women, as thou doft declare, 
Whnfe valour hath prov*d fo undaunted in w«f? 
If £nj(land doth yield fuch brave maideai gs 

thee. 
Full well may they conquer, fair Mary Ambree* 

Th e pri nee of Great Parma heard of her renown* 
Who long had advanced for England's fiur 

crown ; 
He woo'd her and fued her hie miftrele to bt^ 
And oficr'd rich prefents to Mary Akabroe i 

But this virtuous maiden defpifed them all* 
ril ne'er fell my honour for purple nor pall t 
A maiden of England, Sir, never will be 
The whore of a naonarch, quoth Mary Ambree* 

Then to her own country flie back did rrtum» 
Still holding the foes of fair England in fcora s 
Therefore, £neli(h captains of ev'ry degree. 
Sing forth the brave valours of Mary. Ambreeg 



S O N O 598. 
Written by Mrs. Barbauld* 

W"EN gentle Celia firft I knew, 
A breaft fo good, fo kind, fo true, 
Reafon and tafte approved ; 

Pleas*d to indulge fo pure a flame* 

I caird it by too foft a name. 
And fondly thought I lov^d. 

Till Chloris came, with fad furprise 
I felt the lightning of lier eyea 

Thro* all my fenfei run \ 
All glowing with refiftlefs charms. 
She iiird m^ ^teifii ni'wV ti«« liUgnBA^ 

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IkAaw thit'bcaaty fatfc md Tiin^ 
.1 kjiow flii^iumphi in my paisy 
Yet mil 1 feel 1 Icnre. 

Thy gentle fmilei no more can pleafe^ 
,Kw caa thy fofceft ftiendfliip eafe 

The torment* I endure ; 
Think what that woonded breaft muft feel 
IVhich truth and kindnefs cannot heal^ 

Nor e*en thy pity cure. 

Oft iball I cnrfe ray iron thain, 
And wiii again thy milder reiga 

Wick long and vain regret j 
All that I can^ to thee I give» 
And could I (lill to reafon live 

I were thy captive yet. 

But ^aifion*s wild, impetaoui Cttf 
Harriet me far from peace and thee^ 

*Twere vain to Aruggle more : 
Thus the poor failor flumbering liea. 
While fwelling tides around him rife^ 

And pufli hit bark from (bore. 

Ia vain be fpreada hit helpleft annty 
Hit pitying friendt with fond alarma 

in vain deplore hit ftate{ 
Still far and farther from the ooaft. 
On the high furge hit baric it toft. 

And foundering yieldt to fate. 



SONG 599. 

Sung iC Vauxhall* 

]^ O IT S E Bri tatn*t warlike throng, 

Sound the trumpet, ftrike the lyre. 
Let martial note and fong 
Martial order re-lnfpire. 

Peace, to Briuin ever dear. 
All her charms awhile forgoes | 

Britont will no longer bear 
Infultt /kom difdainful foes. 

Sound the trumpets! found again! 
Britain cUinit the mar;ial i^rain. 

See bright honour rear it*t head* 
- And, while giory leads the band. 
Awful war, with folemn tread. 
Sulks majeftic thro' the land. 



SONG 6oo. 
Sung at RANELAnn. 
"p O eafe his hrart, and own his flame. 
Blithe Jockey to ynung Jenny camej 
But, tho' (he lilc'd him pacing wfel. 
She carelefs turn'd hrr fpinning-wheeJ. 
Her milk-white hand he did exfol, 
And prais*d her fingers long and fmallt 
Vnufual joy her heart did feel, 
But Aill Ae turn'd her fpinning. wheel. 
Then round about her /lender waift, 
He chfp^d h'ts armSf and herembrac*dt 
To kifs her band he dawn did kneel: 
ButjretJke tura'd htr IjpiDot^g. wheel. 



With gentlt voice iie bid hlin rife ; 
He bleft*d her neck, her lips, and eytif 
Her fondnefi Ae could fearce conceal; 
Yet Aill Ae turned her fpianing-wheel. 

Till, bolder grown, fo clofe he prefaM, 
Hit wanton thought Ae quickly gaef%*d| 
Then puA*d him from her rock and rcdy 
And angry toroM her fpinning- wheel. 

At hift, when Af began to chtde. 
He fwore he meant her for hit bride : 
'Twaa then her iove Ae did reveal, 
And flwfg away her fpioning-wheel. 

SONG 6oi. 
^HIN once J with Phtllida |lray*d« 

Where riven run murmuring by» 
I heard the foft vowt that Ae made; 

What fwain wat fo happy at 1 > 
My breaft wat a ftrangcr to care. 

For my wealth by her kilTet I told| 
I thought myfelf richer, by far. 

Than he that had mountaiot of gold* 

Bat now I am poor and undone, 

' Her vowt have proved empty and v«o; 
The kiftist I once thought my own, 

Are beftow*d on a happier fwain t 
But ceafe, gentle Aepberd, to deem 

Her vows Aall be eonftant and true; 
TheyVe at falfc as a Midfummer dreamy 

At fickle at Midfummer dew. 

Oi Phillia, fo fickle and fair. 

Why did you my love then approve ? 
Had you frown *d on my fu it, thro* defpasr 

i foon had forgotten to love : 
Yoo fmird, and your fmilet were fo fweet, • 

You fpoke, and your words were fo kiadj 
I could not fufpe£t the deceit. 

But gave my loofe failt to the wind* 

When tempefts the ocean deform. 

And billowi fo mounuinous roar. 
The pilot, fecur'd from the ftorm. 

Ne'er ventures his bark from the Aore ; 
As foon as foft breezes arife. 

And fmilet the falfe face of the lea* 
Hit heart he too creoulout tries. 

And, failing, it Aipwreck*d like me* 



S O N G 6<n. 

JLABOUR X>f VAIN. 

J N purful t of fome lambs firomny iodisthat 
had ftray'd, ^^ 

One morning 1 ranged o*er the plain; '\ 
But, alat ! after all my refearches were •ades 

1 perceived that my labour wat vain. ^ 

At !ength, growing hopeleft my Iambs torvftofey 

1 refolv'd toVeturn back again; 
It wat ufelefs, I thought, to feek after them mere. 

Since I found that ray labour was vain. 
On thi^ny return, pretty Phebe I faw. 

And to love her I could not refrain ; 
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|«t, VM»ff (1 tfj^if) to my fuit iaiiameir, 

And tec me no longer comflaJn. 
She reply *d, wtcli ofrowiiy and to afpeft ferere; 

Toing Colia, your Ubooft in voia* 

Tbcii I eafcrly claTp'd her ^ uiu dofii to my 

kretV 
And kift*d her, and kifs^d her agtin | 
0, C«ljn» (flie cry'd,) if you're rude, I proteft 
That yonr Uboor ihal> ftUi be in Y«in. 

At Icagth, by entreaties^ by kifleB, and yowi, 
Compaffion Ae took on my pain$ 

She BOW haa confented to make me her fpoufe, 
So no longer 1 Jabour in vain* 



S O N G 603. 

TR^i HSaOIC FAII* 

j^WAY with foft fight fVorour dangeralarmi I 

Our country foiiciti our rmUcs toife aid j 
letQar beauty infpirit it*s vot'riet to arms. 
And iMroei alone win the heartt of the maid. 

Lift month, my dear Colin, with tear-fwim- 

ming eyea, 

Preft'd my hand, while he look'd a whole 

▼oiame of woe; 

Z*cn then (for my heart never worea dtfguife) 

If you lof e me, faid 1, go and conquer the foe. 

Go and roih to the Aght, go and conquer the foej 
Securini^yomrcountry'i^fecure your own blifs : 

lore flull nerve your bolo arm, love (hall prof- 
percach blow. 
And the ruin of France fliall fecure you a kifa. 

Go, then ! He obcy*d, refolvM not to ftay. 
But prefa*d my lips firft) how elTe could we 
|urt? 
I figh*d him fuccefs, as the youth went away ; 
For his worth had fecur*d ev*ry wi(h of my 
heart. 

If by my example my fex was infpir'd, 
Ko nation would dare to provoke Britiihrages 

Oar fwaint wiik true courage would always be 
fir*d. 
And oar fmiiei create heroea in every age« 



SONG 604. 
Written by Mr. WaiGMTSN. 

Sung atVAOXHALL. 

3 OUHD the fife— beat the drum*— *to my 
ftaodard rmair, 

AU ye ladi who will conqner or die ; 
At rcqucft of my fex, u a captain Vm here, 

TIm men's courage and valour to try : 
fJU your king and your coungiy now call for 
yovr aid, 

Aii cIm ladfea command yon to go; 
By me they anm>ttncc ic, and you, who're afraid. 

Or refisfe, mir vengeance fliall know* 

Thea Mt to the iogk-^^heffi things I declare, 
fS» nek mm49a mQ& Brmly d?creef, J 



Not a kifa will be granted, by black, brown, or 
fair 5 
Not an ogle, a (igh, or a fqucese. 
To the married-— if they but look glom, or fisy» 
No, ^ 

Should the monfieur dare blofter or hofiT, 
We've determined, nem. con. that their fore« . 
heads fliall fliew— 
A word to the wife is enooglu 

Thefe pupiflimcnts we've in terrorem ffO- 

cUim'd; 
Due (lilt, (hould your courage be lackli^ 
As our dernier refcrtythib refolve fliall be namV, 
Which, egad I will foon fend you all packing. 
We*U the breeches aflum e 1 ■ 'pon my honour 
'tis true!— 
So determine, maids, widows, and wives; 
Firft we'll marth— -beat the French— thea 
march back, and beat you— - 
Aye, and wear *em the reft of our lives* 



SONG 605. 
Sung in Buxom JoaH^ 
''P I S for larrdmen to prate» 
.Such trifling 1 hate. 
To wheedle and cajole is their plan I 
For a licence let's hafto. 
We have no time to wafte ; 
'Tia anions that beft fpeak the man« 

I'm a rough, honeft tar, 

Juft landed from far ; 
My heart cannot change like the weather { 

As the needle 'tis true, 

Ahi poinra only to you ; 
Let the parfon, then, Iplice us together* 



SONG 606. 
Written by Dr. Watts. 

3 AY, mighty love, and teach my fong^ 
To whom thy fweereft joys belong, 

And who the nappy pairs ; 
Whofe yielding hearts, and joining hands. 
Find bleflings twifted with their bands. 

To foften all their cares ? 

Not the wild herd of nymphs and fwainsj 
That choughtlefs fly into the chains. 

As cuftom leads the way: 
If there be blifs without defign. 
Ivies and oaks may grow and twine. 

And be as bleft as they. 

Not fordid fouls of earthly mould. 
When drawn by k*ndred charms of gol4 

To dull embraces move : 
So two rich mountains of Pern 
May nifli to wealthy marriage toOy 

And make a world of love* 

Not the mad tribe that hell Infpires 
With wanton flames ; tholii raging fiiCS 

The purer blils deftroyt 
On i^tna's top let furies wcd« 
And ftieets of WgJ^tnXiv^^xtU \\A\ft^^ 

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Mk mM OTif ^tnf% whbic AMfufcf fbAxy 
Kone of the meltiog paifioni warmt^ 

Can fntngl« htttttt mM Ktildft: 
l^ffif^i givak w<kfAi efaae ^fooieh thcrcdafi. 
Are marryM juft like ftoick foalf^ 

Vfttb tfflbM^ theit btthh. 

Kot mihdt of melancholj ftraifiy 
Still fileaty or that ftill ooaonUm, 

Can the dear bondage bleU: 
Atf^1ieiri0Vf b«a««niy cMlcmr f^l^ 
From two old lutei with ne^er « fbitaf* 

Qr'tkktt htViti the 5a(ft. 

)loc can tlM foft encbaiftnicnti hpl4 
l!«p jarrfng fouls of aagrr ma«ldr 

The rugged tod the keen : 
Saoifoa*! young- foxes might as ^wdl 
Jj^ bands or chearful wedlock dwaU, 

With firebrands ty*d between^ 

Nor MiPtli^tfMiel AretAn bttf^ 
A gentle to a fk?age mind \. 

For lo?e abhors the fights 
Loofe the fierce tyger ktm tKe ibert 
For native ra^s and aatm fiste 

Rife and forbid delight. 

Two kindeft foait alone rAtlk ittetfty 
*Tis frieodii^ maltet ehtf boodag^' Av^rtf^ 

And feeds thetr aAuCiiil Ib«ei4 
Bright Venift on kef rdllldfg'ehfVMte 
Is drawn bf g«n«l^ Wrdb alohe^- 

And Cupids joke the doves. 



sf o' jr o 667. 

MO njrmph that trSpi the verdant pUijia 

W^tH SaUy can com pave; 
Ske wins the hearts of all the fwalns^ 
- Alirrmtr air tKf fair': 



Tht beam* of Sol deKg&t a»4 ^itf 
While fuBimer ieaionc roll| 

Bm SaMyV fiaiiles can ail the ydar 
Give p&aaAire to th^ fiacrt. 

Wkeft ffM th« etfft the itaoi'nh)| ray 

lUumcf the world below, 
Her prdTMed bldsf tht gtti of itf 

Wkh emolatlotir g\(M : 
Frefii boataties>deek the i^ahinid gtow^ • 

Birds fweeter notes p^para^ 
The playful lambkins fiup acovtfdy 

Aa4 hail the after fair. 

The lark hot ftVftins hts Hvid throJCt* 

To bid the maid rejoi^ey 
And mimickt, While he fwcUs his note^ 

The fweetnfcfs of hef vMc^: 
The fanning cephyrs round her play,. 

While' Flfora fiiell perfume. 
An A eV*ry floweret feeMs to fay^ 

I biitforSlUy bloom. 

The am*rottS youths her charms prodMi 

F'rom morn to eve their talej 
H« beauty itod Onfpotted fyiL6 

Make vocal ev*ry vale, 
Tko ifrimM Aeaiidring thro^'tHe mea^i 

Her echo*d name conveys $ 
Xai^ev^ry'vOlte; sted ev*ry reMl^ 

It Cijil*d to Sally's pDiifif. 

No ihore (tiall blithfoflAe lafs or (wain 

To mirthful wake refort, 
Nor ev*ry May-teorn on the plain 
> Advance in rural fport; 
Htb thore fiialt go^ the purling rilf, 

Mbrmoik wake the gftfv^y 
; Nor flocks look fnow-like on tlft Kifh 
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SONG 608. 

Written by Dr. Bye ok* 

"K ^pT time, O ye tnufei ! was happily fp«nt, 
XVL When Phebe went with ne wherever 

f went; 
Ten tboafand (oft pleafuret I felt in my breail; 
Sare nerer fond Aepherd like Colin was bleft f 
But now As it fooe, and has left me behind, 
What a roarvellona change on a fudden I find 1 
When things were at fine as could poflibly be ; 
I thought 'twas the fpriag, but, alas * it was (he. 

With fach a companion to tend a few (heep, 
To riCe up and play, or to lie down and fleep ; 
I was fo |Ood-humoor*d, fo chearfiil and gay. 
My heart was at light as a feather all day. 
Bot now I focrofs and fo peevi(h am grown, 
So ftrangely aneafy as never was known; 
If J fatr-one iigone, and my joys are all drownM, 
And my heart, I am fure, weighs more than 
a pound. 

The fountain that wont to run fweetfy along, 
And dance to foft murmurs the pebbles among, 
Thou know'ft,littls Cupid, if Phebe was there, 
Twas pleafnre to look at, *t was mufick to hear t 
Bat BOW (he ii ablent, I wailk by it*s fide, 
And (till at it murmurs, do nothing but chide ; 
Moft yon be fo chearfol, whiJe J go in pain ! 
^eace there with your bubbling, and hear me 
cnmplainl 

^ffhuk my Jambkint around me would often- 

timet play. 
And when Phebe and I were as joyfJl at they, 
Htw oleafaiit their fportinf , how happy the 

umc, 
Wbta fpringy loYe, and heanty, were all in 

their prime 4 
kt now in their frolicfct wbmi hj mn they 

lihi| tt thmrici^ an haadfvi of grafti 



Be (^ill, then, t cry, for if maket me quite madj 
To fee you fo merry, while 1 am fo fad. 

My dog I was ever well pleafed to fee^ 
Come wagging his tail to my fair-one and meg 
And Phebe was pleased too, and to my dog faid^ 
Come hither, poor fellow; and patted hit head. 
But now, when he*s fawning, I with a fourlookp 
Oy,Sirrah 1 and give him a blow with my crooks 
And I'll give him another; for why (hooldaoc 

Tray 
Be as dull as his mafier^^whcn Phebe*t away? 

When walking with Phebe, what fighta hafc I 

fern! 
How fair was the flower, how htti Wat tht 

green ! 
What a lovely appearance the treet and tht 

(hair, 
The corn-fields and hedges, and eT*ry thing 

made! 
But fince (hs has left me» though all are dill 

there. 
They none of them now fo delightful appaarg 
*Twa« nought but the magick, 1 find, of hec 

eyes. 
Made fo many beautiful profpe^s arife« 

Sweet mufick went with ut both all the wond 

thro% 
The lark, rinnet,throfile, and nightingale coo f 
W nds over us whifper^d, fiockk by us dad bleat» 
Ana chirp went the gra^opper under our feets 
But now file is abfent, the' ftill they fing on^ 
The woods are but lonely, the me1od>*s gone; 
Her voice in the concert, a» now 1 ha«fe founds 
GavecvVy thing elfe tt*s agreeable lound* 

Rofe, what is become of thy delicate huef 
And where is the violrtN bfantifvl blue? 
Does au^iht of it^a fweetnels the blofiomt be* 

guile? 

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Ah ! rivali ! I fee what it wm that yon dreft 
Aod made yourfclveg'fine for; a place in htt 

i breaft : 
Yoa put on your colouri to pleafure her eye, 
'to be pluckM >y her hand, on her bofom to die. 

Now flowly time creeps, till my Phebe return. 
While amidft the foft Zephyr's oooi breezea I 

burn; 
Methinlcf, if I knew whereabout he would 

tread, 
I could breathe.on his wings, and *twould melt 

down the ieadi / 

Fly fwilter, yc-mii(btcf, bring hither my dear. 
And red To much longer for't, when fhe is here. 
Ah ! Colin ! old time is fo full of delay, 
Nor will budge one foot fafter, for ail than 

canft fay." 

Will no pitying power that hears me complain, 

Orxuremy dif<|uiet, or foftea my pain ? 

To be cur'd, thou muft, Colin, thy paflion 

temove : 
But what'fwain ia (o filly to live without love? 
No, deity, bid the dear oymph to return. 
For ne*er was pbor fhrp^erd fo fadly forlorn. 
Ah! whatihaU I 4ol Ifh^ldit with defpaSr! 
TiUu heed, all ye f%vtini, how ye lot < one fo 

fair* 



S O N O 6C9. 
W.ittenby Ambrose Philips, Efq. 

QN Belvidera's bofom lying, 

> WiOiiog, panting, fighing, dying; 

The cold regardlefs maid to move 
With unavailing prayers I fue ; 

You firft have taught me how to love. 
Ah ! teach me tu be happy too. 

But fhe, alas ! unkindly wife, 
TditU toy fighs and -.tears repliw, 
'Tis every prudent maid** concern 

Her lover's #<t«di»«r» to improve; 
If to be happy you /hould learn, 

Vov ^aickly would forget to Jove. 



SONG 610. 

^H ! why miiA words my flame reveal ? 
Wh^.nttdf my Damon bid me tell 

What >iU my anions prove ? 
A blulh v^hene>r I ifieet hii eye. 
Whene'er I hear hU miae t figbi 

Betrays my fecr^t love. 

In all their fports upon the plain, ^ 
Mine eyes ftUl fix*d on him remain. 

And him alone approve ; 
The reft unheeded dance ur play. 
From all he fteals my praife away. 

And can he dbubt my love f 

Whene'er we mebt, tof looks confefs 
TAe jof» thMt mIJ my foul poflefs^ 
And cwtry cue remote i i 



Still, ftill too fliort appe^^rs his fi«iy> 
The'raomenrs fly too uK away. 
Too faft for my foud tove. 

Does any fpeak in Damon's priiife. 
So pleased am 1 with all he fays, 

I ev'ry word approve ; 
But is he blam*d, although in jeft, 
I {tT\ relentraent fire my breaft, 

Alas ! becaufe 1 love. 

But ah ! what tcrtures tear my heart. 
When 1 fufpp^ fiis loofes lmJ)aiPC ^ 

The Irart defire to #o\'e! > 
1 hace the maid that gives me pain. 
Yet him to hate I firive in vain. 

For ah ! that hate is love. 

Then a/k not words, but read mine eyes, 
Beliere my blulhes, tnift my fighs, 

My paflion thefe will prove ; 
Words oft deceive', and fprmg from art, 
The true exprcflions of my heart 

To Damon, muft be love. 



SONG 611. 

8HAKZSPIARt*8 GAKLAKO. 

T BT beauty with the fun wife. 
To Shakefpeare tribute pay; 
With heavenly fmiles and fpeaking eyes, 
Give grace and loftre to the day. 

Each fmile Ctif gives protects his name. 
What face (hall dare to frown ? 

Not envy's felf can blail the fame . 1 

Which beauty deigna to crown. 



SONG 6i2. 

• THE LASS OF PlATY*S MILL* 

THE lafs of Peat)'s mill. 

So bonnVf blithe, and gay. 
In fpight of all my (kill. 

Hath f^le my heart away. 
When tedding of the hay 

Bare-headed on the green. 
Love *midft her locks did play, 

And wantoned in her een. 

Her arms, white, round, and fmooth. 

Breads rifing in their dawh; 
To age it would give youth, 

To prefs 'em with his hand. 
Thro* ail my fpirits rm ' 

An extafy of blifs. 
When 1 Aich fweetneft fand 

Wrapt in a balmy kifs, 

Wi thou t the hel p of art. 

Like flow'rs which grace the wlld«. 
She did her fweeU impart, 

Whenever flie fpoke or fmiPd* 
Her looks they were to mild, 

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d her for my bride. 

ill that wealth 

ia*i high mountaiai ^W, 

rfg life and hraith, 

eafures at my will; 

fe.aftd fulfil, 

one but bonny (he, 

•f P^aty'ijnill, 

(hare the fame wt' me. 



SONG 613. 
Written by Mr. Prior. 

and muiic have the pow*r 
fe the ficknefs of the foul, 
>u< every dring explore, 
icchu3 fill the fprightly bowl. 

tbeir frien4iy aUl employ; 
ke my Chloe*t abfeoce light, 

for pleafure* to deftroy 
rrowt of this live-Iong night. 

^•raorrow will return j 
be t)iou to-morrow great, 
lies ftrew, thy odours bum, 
eet thy fav'rite nymph in ftate. 
defg) CO no ether pow'rs 
tff.nv>rrow'8 bieflings own ; 
ng loves fhail guide the hours, 
11 the day be thine alone. 



SONG 6x4. 

Chloe, whilftthus, beyond mcafure, 
ticat me with doubts and difdain j 
all your youth of it's pleafure, 
oard up an old age of pain t 
cim, that love is ftill founded 
trms that will quickly decay, 
id to be very ill grounded 
once you it*s didlates obey. 

on fironj beauty &rik drawn, •• 

cindnefs will YaALy improve; 

es and gay looks are the dawn, 

•a'i the fun-(hine of love, 
the bripht beams of your eyes 
be clouded, that now are fo gay, 

:nefs pofTiifs all the fltlfs, 

*er can forget it was day. 

►y, with Joan by his fide, 

! often »egardcd with wonder^ 

>ilcal, (he is fore-ey'd, 

ley're ever uneafy afunder; 

• they totter about, 

in the fun at the door, 

light when old Darby's pot*i out, 

an will not fmoak a whiiT more. 

J or wit they poflefs, 

fever^ failings to fmother; 

lat are the charms, can you guefi, 

nake 'em fo fond, of each other? 

ptta^ng remembrance of youth, 

ide^ments that love did bellow. 



The thoughts of paft pleafofe ^nd truth. 
The bed of all ble(iings helow. 

Thofe traces fot ever wijl Utt, 

Which ficknefs nor time can.remQYe} 
For when youth and beauty are paft. 

Old age brings the wintisr of love. 
A friendihip infenfibly grows, • 

By reviews of fuch raptures fs thefe i 
The current of fondne fs (lilKflowt, 

Which decrepid old age cannot fireese. 



SONG 615. 

Written by Lord Lvttelton. 

'^HEN Delia on the plain appears, 
AwM by a thoufand tender fears, 
I would approach, but dare not move j 
Tell me, my heart, if this be love. 

Whene'er ifaeTpeaks, my ravi(k*d ear 
No other voice but ber's can hear. 
No other wit but her*s approve ) 
TellVe, my heart, if this be love? 

If (he fome other fwtin commend, 
Tho* I was once his fondeft friend. 
His inftint enemy I prove ; 
TeJl me, my heart, if this be \orti 

When (he it abfent, I no more 
Delight in all that pleas'd before, . 
The cleared fpring, the (hadie(l grove | 
Tell me, my heart, if this he love ? 

When, fond of power, of beauty vain. 
Her nets (he fpread (br ev'ry fwain, 
I ftrove to hate, but vainly (Irove; 
Tell me, my heart, if this be love f 



SONG 6i6. 

Written by Dr. Goldsmith. 

'pURN, gentle hermit of the dale. 

And guide my lonely way. 
To where yoft taper chears the vale 
With hofpitable ray. 

For here forlorn and ioSt I tread. 
With fainting fteps and (low: 

Where wilds, iinmeafurably fpread. 
Seem Irngthening as 1 go. 

Forbear, my fon, (the hermit cries,) 
To tempt the dangerous gloom j 

For yonder phantom only flies 
To lure thee to thy doom. 

Here to the houfelefs child of want. 

My door is open ilill; 
And tho* my poriioi is but fcant, 

I give it with good will. 

Then turn to-night, and freely (hare 
Whatr'er my cell beftows; 

P.fy ijiby couch, and frugal fare, 
Mj bleHing and repofe. 

No tlocki iK>t t\tv^« tht ^aVVc^j litit^ 
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Taught bf that Power th«t pitiea me^ 
I letrn to pity them. 

But from the mountain's gralTy fide^ 

A guiltlefi feaft 1 bring ^ 
A fcrip with herbs and fruiti fupply'd. 

And water from the fpriog. 

Then» pilgrim, turn, thy caret foregOi 
For earth- bom cares are wrong i 

Man wants but little here below, 
Nor wanta that little long. 

Soft as the dew from heav*n defcendty 
* His gentle accents fell t 

The moJeft ilranger lowly bends. 
And follows to ihe cell. 

Far in a wildernefs obfcure 

The lonely manfion lay; 
A refuge to the neighbouring poor. 

And ftranger led aftray. 

No ftores beneath it's humble thatch 

Required a mafter's care ; 
The wicket opening with a latch, 

Received the harmlefs pair. 

And now when bufy crowds retire 

To revels or to reft, 
The hermit trimm'd his little fire^ 

And chea/'d his penfive gueftj 

And fpread his vegetable ftore. 

And gaily preA-, and f.nird j 
And (lciU*d in legendary lore. 

The lingering hours ^sguilM. 

Around in fympathetic mirth 

It's tricks the kitten tries ; 
The cricket chirrups on the hearth j 

The crackling fsggot flies. 

But nothing could a charm impart 
To foothe the Granger's woe ; 

For grief was he<ivy at ^is heart. 
And tears began to Aow, 

His rifing cares the hermit 'fpy'd. 
With aofwering cares oppref^ : 

And whence, unhappy youth, (he cry'd,) 
The furrowt of thy bread > 

From better habitations fpum'd, 

Relu^ant deft thou rove ; 
Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd. 

Or unregarded love ? * 

Alas! theinys that fortune brings. 

Are trimng, and decay ; 
And thofe that prize the paltry thingt> 

More trifling ftiil than they. 

And what »s friend fhip but a name, 
A charm that lulls to fleep ; 
« A (Hade that follows wealth or fame^ 
But leaves the wretch to weep f 

Anti love/is ftill an emptier found, 

The modern fair-one's jefl : 
pn- earth unfeen, or only found 

To warm che turtie't ned. 

For /bame, find youth i rhy forrowf huib| 
Aad ffurm the Cex, (he fuik t ) 



But while he fpoke, a riHng bluA 
His love-lorn gueft betray 'd. 

Surpriz'd ! he fees new beauties rife. 
Swift maniling to the view; 

Like colours o'er the morning ikies. 
As bright, as tranfient too. 

The bafliful look, the rifing breaft, 

A!iern«te fpread alarms : 
The lovely ftranger (lands confeft 

A maid in all her charms. 

And, ah ! forgive a ftranger rude, 
A wretch forlorn, {(he cry'dj) 

Whofc feet unhallow'd thus intrude 
Where heaven and )ou reAde. 

But let a m«id thy pity ihare. 
Whom love hai taught to ftray; 

Who fecks for re(^, buc finds delpair 
Companion of her way. 

My father liv'd bcfide the^Tyne, 

A wealthy lord was he ; 
And all his wealth was mark'd for mine^ 

He had bat only me. 

To win me from his tender armt 

Unnumber'd fuiton camei 
Who prais'd me for imputed charms. 

And felt or feign'd a flame. 

Each hour the mercenary crowd. 
With richcft prefents ftrove ; 

Among the reft young Edwin bow'dj 
But never talk'd of love. 

In humble, fimpleft habit clad, 
No wealth nor power had he; 

Wifdom and worth were all he had, 
But chefe were all to me. 

The bloiTom opening to the day, 

The dews of heaven refin'd, 
Could nought of purity difplay, 
- To emulate bis mind. 

The dew, the bloiTom on the tree. 
With charms inconftant ihine; 

Their oharms were his, but woe is me. 
Their conftancy was mine ! 

For ilill r try'd each fickle art. 

Importunate and vain ; 
And while his paiHon tuuch*d my heart, 

1 triumph'd in his pain. 

Till quite dejeAed with my fcorn. 

He left me to my pride ; 
And fought a folitude forlorn. 

In fecret, where he died. 

But mine the forrow, mine the fault. 

And well my life ftiall pay; 
I'll feek the folitude he fought. 

And ibetch me where he lay. 

And there forlorn, defpairing, hid, 

I'll lay me down and die; 
*rwas fo for me that Edwin did. 

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ring fair-one turn*d to chide { 
iwin'i felf that prcft. 

elinay ever dear, 

net, Cum to fee, 

thy long-loft EJwin here^ 

to love and thee. 

ke hoU thee to my heart} 
y care rcfign : 
re never, never part, 
-my all that's mine ? 

rom this hour to part} 
e and love (o true, 
tat rends thy conftant heart 
ak thy £dwin*s too. 



SONG 617. 

jngin the GoUen Pi^tn, 

rour wife. Sir, ne'er difpote, 

>f the manor (hti 

the choiceft fruit, 

er the branch and tree t 

low (he 11 have her right} 

norning, noon, and night. 

SONG 618. 

S falfe tongues can you believe, 
t my truer fpeaking cys } 
ues love teaches to deceive, 
his looks no lover lyes. 

oaft my real flane, 
: ay paffion truth befpeaki ; 
le tongue, but eyes proclaim, 
fidcl a convert makes. 

like profeffing friends, 
I believM, the lefs they fay 5 
>ur artful fpeeches minds 
ks, does her own faith betray. 

my loud rivals, then, 
ey to thee fuch love profefs ) 
I, like true courage, fecn 
, as we pretend to't lefs. 



SONG 619. 

BANKS} A SCOTCH BALLAD. 

!e banks, in a fummer*t night, 

wming when the iheep drave hame, 

(ify, braw and tight, 

ding, barefoot, a'her lane : 

rew light, 1 ran, I flang 

about her lily neck, 

and clap'd her there fou lang } 

I they were na moay feck. 

afly, will ye go 

ighland hilts, the Earfe to learn } 

'e thee a cow ind ewe, 

come to the brig of Earn. 

i meai cornea io, ne'er f»(hp 

r« MC the Broomy Law| 



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Chear up your heart, my booy lafs. 
There's gear to win we never faw. 

All day when we have wrought enoug h» 

When winter, frofts, and fnaw begin | 
Soon at the fun gaea weft the loch, 

At night when you fit down to fpin, 
ril fcrew my pipes, and play a fpring: 

And thus the weary nigbt we'll end, 
Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring 

Our pleafant fummer back again. 

Syne when the trees are in their bloom. 

And gowans gleot o'er ilka field, 
ril meet my lafs amang the broom. 

And lead you to my fummer fiiield. 
Then far frae a* their fcornfu* din, 

That make the kindly hearts their fportf 
We"!! laugh and kifi, and dance and fing. 

And gar the laogeft day feem ihort. 



fi O N O 6ao. 
Written by Ambrose pHiLirt, Z(\» 

go AST not, miftaken fwain, thy arc 

To pleafe my partial eyes } 
The charms that have fubdu'd my hearty 

Another may defpife. 

Thy face is to my humour made. 

Another it may fright } 
Perhaps, by fome fond whim betray'd* 

In oddnefs I delight. 

Vain youth, to your confufioo know, 

*Tis to my love's excefs 
You all your fancied beauties owe. 

Which fade as that grows lefs. 

For your own fake, if not for mine^ 

You fliould prefcrve ray fire. 
Since you, my fwain, no more will ihioe. 

When 1 no more admire. 

By me^ indeed, yo« are allow*d 

The wonder of vour kind } 
But be not of my judgment proud. 

Whom love has render'd blind. 



SONG 6^u 

5 AY, lovely dream, where cooU^ft thou find 

Shades to counterfeit thai face. 
Colours of this glorious kind 

Come not from any mortal place ! 

In Heaven itfelf thou, fure, wert dreft 

With that angei-like difguife } 
Thus deluded am I bleft. 

And fee my joy with dofed e)ca. 

But ah I this image is too kind. 

To be other than a dream } 
Cruel Sachariffa's mind 

Ne'er put on that fweet extreme. 

Fair dTcam,\i \3&ou\tvXt.tA^^TEA. v^a».^ 

Change t\i%t Vie\^^ti\i Uc« ^l ^\t«.x 
Paint de\Y\t^d Vw^ \n \V| ^»ia% 
I And makA \\. ^o v^^tix^Mw. mva^ 



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Pale, wan> and meagre let it look, 
With a pity-*inoving fhzpe ; 

Such ai wander by the brook 
Of Lethe, dr from graves efcipc. 

Then to that matchleft nymph appear. 
In whole ihape thoafliineft So, 

Softly in her deeping ear. 

With humble words exprefs my woe, 

Perhapfty from greatnrfs, ftate, or pride, 
Thus forprixed, (he may fall : 

Sleep does dilproportion hide, 
And death rcfembling equals all. 



SONG 622. 

J^y loTe was ficklr once, and changing, 

Nor e'er would fettle in my heart. 
From beaoty (Vill to beauty ranging, 
. In every face 1 found a dart. 

*Twas firft a charming ihape enfiavM me. 
An eye then gave the fatal ftrokc j 

Till by ker wit Corinna fav'd me, 
Amd ail my former fetters btoke« 

But now a long and laAing anguish 

For Belvfdcra 1 endure } 
Hourly 1 figh, and honrly langiiift. 

Nor hope to lind the wonted cUre : 

For here the falCe, inconftant lover, 
After a thocfrnd Hcmtics IhoWn, 

Does new fuprifing charms difcover. 
And finds VAriery in one. 



SONG 623. 

J^OT, CeJia, that 1 juftcr am, 

Or truer than the reft; 
For I would change each hour, Tike them. 
Were it my intcreft. 

But Vm (0 fix'd alone to the^ 

By every thouvht I have, 
That (houid you now my heart fet frte, 

'Twould be ajain your flave, 

AU that in woman is adcr'd. 

In thy dear felt' 1 find ; 
For the whole fex can but afford 

The handfome, and the kind. 

Not to my virtue, but thy power. 

This conftancy is due, 
Wiien change itfelf can give no more 

*Tis eafy to be true. 



SONG 624. 

f E N years, like Troy^ my ftubbftrn heart 

Withftood tW aflAirft of fond defire: 
But now, jla.l I t\<zl a finai:. 
Poor I, like Tfoy, am let on fire; 

With carrwe may a pile fc^re, 

And from ail cammon fparks ^tfittii s 
But oh .' who can a houfe /ecnre, 
fV/tea cJhs ceUAiAl djktnfi defcend-^ 



Thus Was I fafe, till ftom your ij'n 
Deftruftivc fifes are hrightly giycn ! 

Ah ! who can fiiun the warm furprise, 
When,io ! the lightning comes from beivVt, 



SONG 625 
Written by Wr. Cokcano'n 



" 1 

faynore, 



J Love thee, by heavens, I cannot 1 

Then fet not my pailion a cooling, . 
If thou yield*(l not at once, I muft e^ca give 
thee o'er. 
For tSn but a novice at fooling. 

What my jove wants in words, it fliall makevf 
in deeJsj 
Then why Ihoold we wafte time in ftaff, 
child? 
A performance, you wot well, a promiiie ts- 
cetds. 
And a word to the wife is enough, child. 

I know bo# 0» \tfft, and to make that love 
known, 
But I Ttat'e all protefiing and argViihg: 
Had a goddefs my heart, ihe ihou'd e*cn lit 
alone. 
If (ht made many words to a bargain. 

Tm a qu^ker in love, and btit barely affirm, 
Whatever my f':nd eyes have been faying:. 

Pr'ythee, be thou fo tooj feek for no better 
tcrnj, 
But t'tti throw th^ jet or thy nay in* 

I cannot bear lofe, \fkk 1 chincelr Ait, 
The age of a patriarch defending} 

Then pluck op a fpirir, no loagerbe Mnt^ 
Give it, one way or other, an ending* 

Longeourt(hip*s the vice'of phlegmatickfoolf, 
Like the grace of fanatical finners ; 

Where the ftomachf are loft, and the vifhiab 
grow cool. 
Before mtn fit down to thcfir dinners. 



SONG 626. 

JN Chloris all foft charms agree. 

Enchanting humour, powerful wit. 
Beauty ftMn'-iiffcdatibn frtt^ 

And for eternal empire fit. 
Whrre'er flie goes*, loVe wiTti' \ff!r eyei". 

The vtfomen cfnvy, men iA^ti 
Tho' did fhrf Ids the triumphs pnze; 

She would uefcrve tHe con^ueft more. 

But vanity fo nMich prevails. 

She bet^s what none elfe would deny herj 
Makes fuch advances with her eyes. 

The hope (he gives prevents defue : 
Catches jt every trifling heart, 

Grows warm with ev'ry g)imm*ring flamej 
The cMcvmoii ^re^ fo deadt her dart, 
^ U Cc3l4CC can ^Vttc« i tv<)W^ ^^t&,«. 



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St her'feet» 

re lefs of my ptin^ 

w% h«r rig«ttrt meet^- 

: on, Mni not oomplun ; 

•111 all ckaoge fccure» 

a!fir> no froMrn controuli; 

ca» endur«» • 

vith a crcwd of fboli* 



SONG 627. 

Ha, in our powef 
long our love v(iUIaft| 
e, wiihio this howr 
oy« we now do %»&» t 
lat jmmorui be» 
r love are only free. 

we mortal lovers are, 
3nf our love will laft ; 
duel, lee us take care 
e ivi^h pleaTure paft 1 
adaefs to deny 
fe.we're Cure to lUf ' 



SONG 62S. 

tn by Mr. Congrevi. 

ret it gone aflray, 
d feelc her, ev'ry lover j 
hi by wliich'you may 
ing ihrpherders difcover. 

y at unce Uer air^ 
1, tho* both f(>ein negleded, 
with AT tfiiLr arty. 
I feem onafl^e^cd. 

eyes dart every glance, 

fo rpoa you'd ne'crTiifpeA *em^ 
lade they wound by chance, 
1 aim ai]ijd.4rt4iire^ ^em• 

elf, yet.othfrs hates 
iJch in herfelf Ac pritesj 
e laughs at them, forgets 
hing tkit fte dcfpifes. 



SONG C29. 

will needs my heart polTeff^ 
you I fir ft confefi 
:o which 'tis giv*n 5 
i much more inclined 
t or the fe«, or wind, 
hat's under heaven. 

e from you this truth, 
om it's very youth 
egio us ranger: 
n me 't has often fled, 
t was both born and bied, 
ce ftay with a ftranger. 

le fair, the gay, the fad,, 
made me fear *twas mad) 
1^4 i^kSP¥l^ ^^ '' < 



So n%t*rally it loves to rangey 
That it has left fuccef» for chaiigc> 
And, whacks worfe, glories in it* 

Oft,' when I have been laid to reft, 
*Twould mak^ me ad like one pofieA* 

For ftiil 'twill keep ■ pothM-) 
And tho* you only I efteem. 
Vet it will make me, in a dreamt 

Court and enjoy another. 

And now, if you are not afraid. 
After thqife truths chat I have faid^ 

To take this arrant rover» 
Be not difpleas*d if I protef^, 
I think the heart within your breail 

Will prove juft fuch another. 



SONG 630. 

^S archers and fidlers, whoicustningly know 

The way to procure themfelves merit. 
Will aJwayaiprevide them tw» firings to a bow^ 
■ And follow their bu£nefs with fpirit. 

$oIikewife the provident damfel flioald 40f 
Who'd make the beft ufe of her beauty; 
If the mark. flu. would bit, or her leflbns paA 
thro', 

. Two lovers amft ftiU be on 4uty. 

I 

Thus arm'd againft chance, andf^ctire of fupply. 

So far our revenge we may carry; 
One fpark for our fport we ouy jilt and fetby» 
. And t'other, po »r foul I we may marry. . 



SONG 631. 

P R O M native ftalk the Provence rofe« 

I nluckt with green attire^ 
But oh ! upon it's graoes hung 
A fuitus to defire. 

A vile, de(broying, preying wonn» 

Who flielter'd in the leaf, 
itad robb'd me of the ptifttnejoyy 

And prov'd the lucky thief*^ 

So beauteous nyihphs too oft are foa'nd • 

The'vileft men to truft; 
While conftant lovers plead in Taia^ . . 

And die for being juft. 



SONG 63JU 

T'HE night was ftiU. the air ierenc^< 

Fann'^ by a fouthern breeae; 
The glimih'rThg moon might juft bi (eea» . 
Receding thre* the trees* . • 

The bubbling water's conftaat coiufey 

Front off th* adjacent hill. 
Was mournful eccho'a left refource» 

All nature was fo ftiU« 

The Gonftant ihephetd Cbnglit this 

By forrow fore oppre£i7d ; 
Clofe by a founjl,!»io's roar^ VtU^ 
I His ^aia Vkt ^>x% ^s^tW i«. . 



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Ah, wretched jnuth ! why didft thou love. 

Or hope to meet fuccefs ; 
Or think the fair would conftant profe^ 

Thy bloominf hopes to blefs ? 

Find me the rore on barren (indt ) 

The lily 'mid ft the rocki j 
The grape in wide deferted lands ; 

A wolf to guard the flocks. 

Thofe you, alas ! will fooner gain, 

And will more eafy find, 
Than m(*et with aught but cold difdain 

In faithlefs womankind. 

Riches alone now win the fair, 

Merit they quite defpife } 
The conftant lover, thro* defpaify 

Becaufe not wealthy, dies. 



SONG 633. 

Written by Mr. Congrxtb. 

^ V N T H I A frowns whene*er I woo her. 

Yet (he's vcx'd if I give oreri 
Much flie fears I ihoold undo her, 

Bat iMMch more to lofe her lover 1 
Thus in doubting flie refufet, 
And not winning, thus (he lofet. 

Pr*ythee, Cyi^thia, look behind yoo» 
Age and wrinkles will o*ertake yoa. 

Then, too late, defire will find you, 
Whon the power does forfake you. 

Think, oh I think, the fad conditioB, 

To be paft, yet wiih fruition. 



SONG 634. 

A SCOTCH BALLAD. 

'J^ H £ lift time I canie o>r the -moor, 

I left my love behind me; 
Ye powers! what pain do I ondurtt 

When foft ideat mind me ? 
Soon as the ruddy morn difplay*d 

The beaming day enfaing, 
I met betimes my loTely maid. 

In fit retreat for wooing. 

Beneath the cooling fliade we lay^ 

Casing and chaftly fporting ^ 
We kifs*d and promisM time away. 

Till night fpread her black cuitaio. 
I pitied all beneath the fkies, 

£v*n kings, when ihe was nigh mej; 
In raptures I beheld her eye«, 

Which could but ill deny me. 

Should I beeall*d where caiiona roar^ 
Where mortal flcel may wound mt^ 

Or caft upon Tome foreign ibore,^ 
Where dangers may Jurround met 

Yet hopes again to fee my love. 
To feaft on glowing kiflTei, 

Sha}) make myc»rei at difhince aOTtf 
7/1 profpt^ of faek M\Su, 



In i\\ my foul there*s not one place 

To let a rival enter : 
Since ihe excels in ev*ry grace. 

In her ray lore ihali center. 
Sooner the feas ihall ceafe to flow. 

Their waves the Alps (hall toverf 
On Greenland ice (hall rofet grow. 

Before 1 ceafe to love her. 

The next time I go o'er the moor. 

She (ball a lover find me ; 
And that my faith is firm and pure, 

Tho' I leftiier behind me : 
Then Hymen*s facred bonds ihall chain 

My heart to her fair bofom ; 
There, while my bei^ig does remain. 

My love more firelh ihall bloflTom* 



SONG 635. 

\YH£N Molly fmilea beneath her cow, 

1 i^.t\ 7r»y heart I can*t tell how j 
When Moll) is <«n TiMiday drei^. 
On Sundays I c^> like no reft. 

What can I do on working-days ? 
I leave my work on her to gaze. 
What ihall I fay } at fermons I 
Forget the text, when Molly*s by. 

Good mailer curate, teach mt how 
To mind your preaching and my plough ; 
And if for this you'll raifea fpell, 
A good fat goofe Aall f Hank you well. 



SONG 635 

Written by Mr. Comcanon. 

'pHE laft that wooJd know how to maoaga 

a man. 
Let her liilen and learn it firom me^ 
His courage to ^uell, or hit heart to trepan. 
As the time and occafion agree. 

The girl that has beauty, tho* fmall be her wit. 
May wheedle the clown or the beau. 

The rake may repel, or may draw in the cit. 
By the ufc of that pretty word No. 

Whan povrder*d toupees around are in chat. 
Each ih-iving his paflTion to ihew ; 

With kifs me, and love me, my dear, and all 
that, 
Let her anfwcr to all be, O no. 

When a dofe 11 cojitriv*d to lay virtue afleep» 

A prefent, a treat, or a ball. 
She fltill muil refufe, if her empire ihe*U kcepf 

And No be her anfwer to all. 

But when Mr. D^pperwit oflTen his hand, 

Her partner In wedlock to go; 
A houfe and a coach, and a jointure 10 land. 



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:ou/tikip proclaims him a manj 
rs*d to his bofon, and ciafp*d in hli 



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t her fay no, tfttit can. 



SONG 637. 
Sung in Cym^n. 

peace here wa« reigninf, 
toTe without waininfi 
complaining* 
us dil'datnin^ ; 
lis was my way, 

my pipe and my tabor 
d down tbc day, 
:ovy*d the joys of my neighbour* 

raasformation 
* the whole natioa| 
e, recreation^ 
d to Tcxation) 
lit it my way, 
QDy pipe and my tabor 
ddwn the day, 
pity the caret of ayneighboar. 

are de6gning, 
ids undermining, 
repining, 

ief inclining} < 

his is my way, 
my pipe and my tabor 
down the day, 
pity the caret of my nelghbeor. ' 

s a n o 638. 

Trictea by Mr.CoNcaxTX. 
S't but the frailty of the mind, 
to *tia not with ambition join'd ) 
lame, which, if not fed, expires, 
ng, waftet in felf-confuming firea. 

t to wound a wanton boy, 
irons youth, that gives the joy; 
he glory to have pierc*d a Twain, 
1 inferior beauties figh*d in vain* 

^one the conqneft prixe, 
1 infult a rival*s eyes) 

delight in love, *tis when I (tt 
: which others bleed for, bleed for me. 

SONG 639. 

X LINNXTJ A PASTOXAL. 

Vrirten by Mr. Hawxivs. 

ing by a ihady grove, 

tard a linnet fing, 

veetly plaintive voice of lovt 

laim*d the chearfoi fpring* 

V accents feem*d to flow 
f he knew no pain ; 
sr throat he tun'd fo fwet^ 
cao*A t*cr the plain* 



Ah ! happy warbler, (I reply*d,) 

Contented thus to be; 
•Tis only harmony and love 

Can be comparM to thee. 

Thus perch*d upon the fpray ye ftand. 
The monarch of the (hade ; 

And even fip ambrofial fweets. 
That glow from ev'ry glade. 

Did man poflcfs but half thy Mils, 
How joyful miftht he be! 

But man was never form*d for this, 
*Tit only joy for thee. 

Then farewel, pretty bird, {I faid,) 
Purfue thy plaintive talc, 

And let thy tuneful accents fpread 
All o*er the fragrant vale. 



SONG 640. 

HTHE man who for life 
Is plago*d with a wife. 
Is fure in a wretched condition | _ 

Go things how they will. 

She fticks by him Aill. 
And death is his only phyfician. 

Poor ttian, ftc. 

To trifle and toy, 

May give a man joy. 
When paffion*s promoted by beauty ^ 

But where {t the blifa _ 

Of aconJQgal kifs. 
When paflien is prompted by duty. 

Poor man, ftc. 

The dog when poflefs*d 

Of mutton the htftf 
A bone he may leave at hit ^eafore) 

Bu' if to his till 

•Tis ty*d, without fail 
He it harraft*d and plagu*d beyond mtafure* 

Poor cur, ftc. 



SONG 641. 

^SK not the caufe why follen fprfnf 
So long delays her flowers to bear ( 
Why warbling birds forget to ftng. 

And winter ftorms invert the year s 
Chloris is gone, and fate provides 
To make it fpring where ihe refidet* 

Chlorit is gone, the cruel fair; 

She caft not back her pitying ey^t 
But left her lover in deipair. 

To figh, to langulih, and to diet 
Ah ! how can thofe fair eyes endure 
To give the wounds they wi!l not cntol 

Great god of love, w^iy haft thou made 
A face that e.^n all hearts eommand. 

That all religions can invade, 

And change the laws of ev*ry land ? 

Where thou had*ft ^lac'd foch eow*r beCM^^ 

Thou (hQuV4*flLlAi% fOiiU Vvvi «Mi.t«!^ 'uattv%» 



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When Cbloru to the temple comeii 
Adoring crowds before her fill} 

She can reftore the dead from tombfy 
And evVy Ijfe but milie rccalt 

I onljr am by love defi^'d 

To be the vi^m for mankind* 



SONG 642. 

Song in iA jTMi Ltkt iu 

QLOWy blow, thoa winter wlntf^ 
Thou «rc ndt ia atekiiid 

Ai nui)> fngracicodc } 
Thy tooth ii not fokreiir 
Becaoie thoo art not feen^ 

Altho* thf breach be rude* 

Freese, freete, thou bitter flcy, 
Tl^ou canft not bite'n» oTgh 

Ai benefits fofgots 
Tho* thou the waters warp. 
Thy fting is not fo fliftrp, 

Af friend rememltrtfd not. 



SONG 64). 

tTlIPMOlt AND •OLIV* 
StR£P|I01I« 

pj A VE you not feen the lUotnT/ff M 

Peep over yonder Rill ? 
Then you haire feen lAy CKl6eVrtl»lM» 
At befty but painted ill. 

Cotilt. 

Ha^ you not feen a bottcrAy« 

With colours bright afi|) gay ? • 
Then you hove feeii.a chijii le(s fine 

Than Molly ck>ath*d in grty. 

Stuepnon. 

Tlie rofe, youHl fay, of all the /isld« 

Can bo^ the lovelieft hue ; 
Bui* to compare with Chloe** chothsy 

It wants the lily too. 

As I fat by her on the plain. 

And taik*d the Uburs away. 
She breathM fofwect, I thotgkt myielf 

In fields of new ifiow'd h«y« 

Colin. 

Not the fwtet breath,chatrs breath*d fiviicoir^i> 

With MoUy*s can compare } 
And when Ac Ings, the lilltaIa|'fMdtta 

Stand fileat r<Hind to Jhear. 

She fa!d» as we wiere w^Utlng olice 

Along the iMdy gro«d| 
Thera*»aMic but Cotta MoUy loresy 

And will forever love. 

STJtXrKOK. 

Believe net, friend, a wbtJDiB*t Wohly 

Or^oa are mu^h to KtMfc; 
For Mother night, bekind the (fiitefy 



COLITi. 

Yet rif bclle»e your Chloe*s wordy 
As on my breaft flic laid— 

This Strcpiion Is fo dull -a clown, 
He'ii think me ftill a maid. 



SONG C44. 

p A IRE ST iHcy all ifles excelling, 

Seat of pleafure and of love, 
Venus here will chufe her dwelling, 

And fnrfalce her Cyprian grove ^ 
Cupid, from his favourite nation. 

Care and envy will remove, 
Jealoufy that poifons pafiion. 

And defpair that dies for love. 

Gentle murmurs. Tweet complaining. 

Sighs that blow the fire of love. 
Soft repulfes, kind difdaining. 

Shall be all the pains yon prove. 
Ev*ry fwain fliall psy his duty. 

Grateful ev*ry nymph fliall prove» 
And, as thefe-oCccl io beauty, 

Thofe ihali be renown'd far love* 



SONG 645. 
Sung at Vauxhall* 
3HA14L I, wafting lA defpair, . 

Die b«Kaufe a woman*! fair f 
Shall my cheeks look pale with care, 
*Caufe another's rofy are f 
Be flfc^ fattier Hi>n the day, 
Os the flowVy meads ia May ; 

Yet if (he think not wcil of me. 
What care I how fair, (be be. 

Shall a %roiiiati''s goodnefs move 
Me to perifli (01 her love ; 
Or, her worthy merirs known. 
Make me <juiie forg^-t my own ? 
Bt file With that goodne/s h\t(t^ 
As may merit name the beft i 

Yet if (he be not fuch to me, 
^hat care 1 how good (he be. 

Be (he good, or kind, or fair, 

I will never more defpair \ 

If (he love me, this believe, 

I will dia ere (he (hall grieve ; 

If (he jSigjh.tme when I woo, 

I will fcorn, and let her go $ 
So-tf Ike be not fis <or me. 
What care I for whom (he be ? 



SONG «46. 

YE virgin powers defl!nd my beat 
From amorous looks and f miles } 
From faifoy love, or niter ait. 
Which atoft otr Ox beguilet • 

From (ighs aMd vows, and awfiil feertp 

That do to pity move ) 
From fpeiJtNig filonce, and from tears^ 

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hro* paflion f grow blind, 
onovr be mj guide $ 
en frail nature feemi inclin^d^ 
! piace a guard of pride. 

r, whofe /Umet are feen» the* piyre, 
i every virtue^fi aid ; 
who thinks herfelf fecure, 
ooneft it betray'd. 



SONG 647. 

Written by Mr. Da yd en. 

II Amyntas, gentle fwain, 
nnot die, f)or ^are complain ; 
eful voice with numbers join, 
rdi will aaore prevail than mine* 

oppreft*d, and dumb with grief, 
s ordain this kind relief, 
jficic ihouM in found convey 
ring Joveri dire not fay. 

r tear perhapt we-d givCy 
or pity cannot live ; 
, that hearts for hearts were nade, 
e with love is only paid. 

ay paint fo faft increa(et 
m they will be pz(k redrefs ! 
the wretch that fpeechlefi lict, 
but death to clofe hit eyet. 



SONG 648. 

S * t a dream of mighty treafure^ 
ich in fane/ ws poffeft ; 
oily lies the pleafure, 
>fla alwayt makes it lefs. 

re think, by paffion heated^ 
goddefs have in chace, 
ion we are cheated, 
a gaody cloud embrace. 

»oly is the lover,' 
n his miftrefs well deceives $ 
imihiog to difcoycr, 
mtented lives at eafe. 

wretch that would be knowing 
C the fair-one would difguifey 
t for hit own undoing, " 
ging happy to be wife. 



SONG 649. 
Written by Mr. H i >. 

ncoln Fieldt there livct a laft, 
fbr a beauty fain would pift^ 

ice I thought her fo, alas ! 

BOW the cafe is alterM { 
CO me haa pr<fv*d unkind, 

ivt were nothing more than windf 

iw, ye.gfidt! no ch^mi 1 fioi 

xuy Betfy Nortojif 



r A lady*s maid, oh ! Ae woold htp 
' To make her lady*i (lopi and toa^ 
Or e\h to dreft her rough toupee, 
Wi th all the itiil fiie can. Sir i 
Now John, the footman, it her fwainf 
I And him Ihe never' wilt give painj 
Vet me ihc treats with cold difdahiy 
Ah ! cruef Betfy Norton. 

; Though oft together we haye (h-ay'd. 
And mahytiinetliave'tSjrd and play *d { 
But, oh ! thou iiUfi, decgivdp^ maid» 

To love, and then to flight mp I 
Was ever Kich a trick at thit, 
I To rob me of fuch heav*nly blifa/ 
That f experienced from Bach (^11^ 
Of che'lWetc B^tfy Norton. 

But now, my deareft girl, farewel. 
No more my Ciender tali 1*11 tell. 
But where you go I wilh you weJfy 

My little dainty doxey. 
Mny you enjoy content of mind^ 
And ev*ry other ble^g iuid { 
But fince you are to me unkind. 

Adieu, fweetBetly Norton ! 



SONG 650. 

^HEN bright Aurelia tript the plaii|| 

How chearfiil then were feen 
The looks of ev'ry jolly furaln^ 
That ftroye Aurelia't heart to gaiOf ■ 
With gambols on the green ? 

Their fportt were innocent and gay« 

Mixt with a manly air, 
They*d iing and dance, and pipe and play^ 
Each' ftrove CO pleafe foroc di^feaent way^ 

This dear enchanting fair. 

Th* ambitious ilrife ihe did admire. 

And equally approve. 
Till Pha'Qn*t tunef^l voice and lyret 
With fofteft mufic, did infpire 

Her foul to gencroif t love. 

Their woi^jted fportt the re/l decUn*d» 

Their a'rct provM all in vain; 
Aurelia't conftant now they find. 
The more they languiih and repia*d 

The more Ae lovct (he fwain. 



SONG 651. 

J^ y goddeft, Lydit, heavenly fair, 

Af lify fweet, as foft as air, 
Letloofe thy trefles, fpread 'ch> charffli» 
And to my love gin fre/h alarma. 

O ! let me gage on thefc bright eyet, 
Tho* facred l(]ghtning from them fiiesj 
Shew me that foft, that modeft grace. 
Which paintt with charming red thy faogf 

Give me ambrofia in a kifs. 
That I may rival Jove in blift; 
That I may liiix tnf foul with thlnei 
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O hide tVj Wofom*« killing white, 
(The milky way i« not lo bright) 
Left you my rarifli^ foul oppreii 
With beauty*t pomp and fwcet cxcefi* 

Why driw*ft thou from the purple ftood 
Of my kind heart the vital blood ? 
Thoa art aU over endiefi chanafj 
O take me dying to thy arms* 



SONG 65s. 

*\YH Y we love, and why we hate* 

It not granted ai to know: 
Random chance* or wilful fate. 

Guides the Ihaft from Cupid*f bow* 

If on me Zelinda frown» 

*Tif madneft ail in me to grieve $ 
Since her will if not her own. 

Why Aoald I uneafy live t 

If I for Zelinda die, 

Deaf to poor MiselU*a cries, 
Aik not me the reafon why, 

Seek the riddle in the flues. 



SONG 653. 

AS I ftw fkir Chloe walk alone. 

The feathered fnow came fofUy down. 
Like Jove defcending from his tower. 
To court her in a fiiver fliower : 
The wanton flakes ilew to her bieifts. 
As little birds into their nefts ; 
But being overcome with whlteneft there. 
For grief diirolv*d into a tear; 
Thencr flowing down her garments hem. 
To deck her, frose into a gem. 



SONG 654. 

Written by the Earl of Dorset. 

1^ A Y the ambitions ever find 
Succefs in crowds and noife. 
While gentle love does fill my n^nd 
With filent, real joys. 

May knties and fools grow rich and great. 
And all the world think them wife. 

While 1 lie at my Nanny's feet. 
And all the world defpife. 

Let conquering kings new triumphs raife, 

And melt in court delights : 
Her eyes can give much brighter days. 

Her arms much foftcr nights. 



SONG 655. 

3£ LINDA, fure*s the brighteft thing 

That decks the earth, or breathes our air } 
Af ild are her looks like opening fpring. 
And like the blooming fummcr fair. 

But then her wit*s fo very fmalli, 
TAmc all bsr durmi apptv Co lie^ 



Like glaring colours on a wall, 

And ftrike no farther than the eye* 

Our eyes luxurioofly flie treats. 

Oar ears are abfcnt from the fcaft. 

One fenfe is furtcited with fw-ets. 
Starved ordifguftrd a-e ihe reft. 

So have I r<>en, with afpe^ bright, 
Abd taudry pride, 4 tulip fwcilj 

Blooming and beauteous to the fight. 
Dull and infipid to the fmell. 



SONG 656. 

Y^ gentle gales that hn the air. 
And wanton in the ihsdy grove, 
Oh \ whifper to my ahfrnt fair, 
My fecret pain and endiefs love. 

When ar the fultry heat of djy 
She*ll feek feme (hady cool retreat, 

Throw fp icy odours in her way, 
And fcatcer rofes at her teet. 

And when ihe (tts their colours fade. 
And all their pride negle^ed lie. 

Let that inOru£^ the aharming maid, 
That fweets not gathered timely bic. 

And when (he lays her down to reft. 
Let fome aufpicioos virgin (hew 

Who *tis that love*a Camilla beft. 
And what for her Td undergo. 



SONG 657. 

§HE that would gain aconftant lover, 

Muft at a diftance keep the (lave. 
Nor by a look her heart difcover ^ 

Men (hould but guefsthe thoughts we ha 

Whilft they're in doubt, their ftame increal 
And all attendance they will pay; 

When we're poiTefs'd their tranfport ceafes. 
And vows, like vapours, fleet away. 



SONG 658. 

A raZK-MASON's 80T«G. 

Written by Mr. Cuknincham. 

^ET mafonry, from pole to pole, 

Her facred laws expand ; 
Far as the mighty waters roil. 
To waih remoteft land ! 

That virtue has not left mankind. 

Her focial maxims prove j 
For ftamp'd upon the mafon'smlnd 

Are unity and love. 

Afcending to her native (ky. 

Let mafonry increafe; 
A glorioua pillar raisM on high. 



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olite-boaght eotvin^dy 
natic dote { 
pan the mtf(Mi*t miad 
and love. 



S O N O 659. 

ten by Mr. Shbmstoki. 

ta It like Vennt fair, 

ler bloom, and fhmpt, and air ; 

perfeA every grace, 

•the foiile upon her face; 

najeftic Juno wore, 
a*t brow the crefcent bore, 
ark*d Minerva*! mien ; , 
iftinguiAM beauty*i queen. 

It formed of fmilet and lovet^ 

drawn by gentle.'l doves, 
ei aone the nymph may find 
s province to be kind. 

, my fair ^ and all whofe aim 
aint the Cyprian dams, 
breathe in living Hone, 
heir formi from you alone. 



S O N G 660. 

BACCHAKALIAN SOKOa 

Sung at Vaukhall* 

come, my companions, be jocund 

y» 

f care, and drive fpleen far away. 
Of to-morrow ou bliftfliallcontroul, 
uU thought fluU ba drowned ia the 

, Bor ambition^ thofe plaguei of the 

ill deprefs, orimbitter our Aate: 
for to-nij(ht who reigns higheft in 

at taughfl moft it poflefsM of moft 

its plodding from morning till night, 
. in gold all hit hopes and delight, 
rri are greater and nobler^s our crime, 
kt poor mortals, whiift we cheat old 

rho fits gating all aight at the ficiet, 
!S himfelf to be wonderout wife, 
-e would coufefi hit purfuitt had been 

Ter faw a ftar ikuie like fparkling 
ipaign. 

it, grown fick of thit world's eaies and 

itude hisywanntrai hotnm of life, 
he once meet fuch a frolicicfon)^ 

his dull cave, and would join 3a our 



Wou*d the learned phyfidao, to formal and 

grave. 
Who twenty deftrbyi fnr rach one he can favc. 
But alter his plan, and good liquor prefcribcy • 
No man but would doat on the phyfical tribe^ 

When youVe low take the doctor which I re-! 

commend. 
Who'll not fire yoq with talk, but will prove 
• your beft friend j . * 

He*s very well known, and one of great fame^ 
A rofy -cheeked fellow, and Port is iiia name. 

Let the bowl and the bottle go briikly abeut. 
Fur others are ready when thrfe are drank oot; 
In mirth and good-humo«v our bumpers we*U 

drink, 
Since thoughts biiog but plagues *tit a folly to 

think. 



SONG 661. 

Written by Capt. Thompson. 

Sung at VAuziiAtL. 

Q UF I Dt god of love and joy» 
Wanton rufy« winged boy. 
Guard her heart from all alarmt, r> 

Bring her decked <n all her charins^ 
Bluihing, panting, to my arms* 

All the heaven T t(k below. 

Is to uie thy darts and bow, 

Could I have them in my powV^ 
One fweet fmiling happy hour. 
One fweet woman Td fecure. 

She*s the firft which Venus made. 

With her gi aces full array'd; 

When (he treadi the velvet grotind 

We feel the sone with which fiie*s boand. 

All Is paradife around. 



SONG 651. 

AMPNiTaroK; a cantata* 

Sung at VAoxHALt. 

Recitativi. 

^ M P H I T R r O N and his bride, a godlike 

p*ir. 
He brave as Man, and (he as Venus fair. 
On Jirooes at' gold, in purple triumph olac*d. 
With matchleft fp.endor held the nuptial ft^tk^ 
Whiift the high roof with loud applaofes mog. 
Enraptured thus the hsppy hero fung« 

Alt. 

Was mighty Jove defcending, 

W^.th all his wrath divine, 
£nr.-ig*d at my pretending 

To call this charmer mine; 
Hi< (hafts of bolted thunder. 

With bildnefk V6 deride. 
Not Heav'n UCelC casv ^Muivt^ 

T\it ^tai\% xVa.\.\wt Vi^ vf ^ 



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RioiTATlvE) mccam^uied. 

The thund*rer heard, he looked with vengeance 

down, 
TfU beauty*! glance dirarin*d hii awful frown j 
The magic impulfe of Almena*i eyes, 
Cpmpell'd the conquViJig gud to quit the ik'ieaj 
He feign'd the huiband'a foroi, poflefft*d her 

charmtf 
And punifli*d hia prefumptioa in her trail* 

Am. 

He defenres fublimei^ pleafure, 
Who reveals it not when woii| 

Reauty*t like the mifer's treafure, 
Boaft it* %nd thefoora undone* 

Learn by this, unguarded lover^ 
SVhcn your fecret fighs prevail. 

Mot to let your tongue difco^er 
|^»pturea tlut it ^ould conceil. 



SONG 663. 

QH ! would/l thoo know what facred charms 

This deftin*d heart of mine alarms. 
What kind of nymph the heav'ns decree^ 
The maid that*t made for k)ve and me! 

Who joya to hear the figh iincere. 
Who inclts to (ee the tender tear, 
From each ongen'rous paffion free; 
Be fttch the maid that^i made ftr me. 

Whofe heart with genVous friendship ^lows. 
Who feels the biefTiogs ihe be^owi. 
Gentle to all, but kind to me; 
Be fuch the maid that's made for me. 

Whofe fimple thoughts, devoid of art. 
Are all the natives of her heart; 
A gentle train, from falfliood free; 
Be fuch the maid chat*s made for me. 

Avaunt! ye light coquettes, retire, - 
Where flact*ring fops around aHmire; 
Unmoved, your tinfeird charms I fee. 
More genuine beauties are for me. 



SONG 664. 

TO DELIA. 

gOFT, pleafing pains, unknown before, 

My bftatiog bofom feels, 
When 1 behold the blififul bowV 

Where ^artft Delia dwells. 
That way I daily drive my flock; 

Ah! happy, happy vale! 
There look, and wiihi and while I look^ 

My fighs iiicreafe the gale. 

Sometimes at midnight 1 do-ftray 
^ Beneath th* inclement ikies, 
Ylnd there my true devotion pay 

To Delia*s fleepfeard eyes: 
$0 pious pilgrims nightly roam. 

With tedious travel faint. 

To kif$ »loa9 tbt day-coid tomb 

Of feme hfd far'ritc hint* 



Otell, ye Aides, that fold my fair. 

And all my blifs contain, 
Ah I Whv Hibuld ye thole bleHings ihare' 

For which I figh in vain f 
But let me not at fate repine. 

And thus niy grief impart : 
She^s not your tfii|iit-r«Ave is mine; 

Her manfioQ is iny heart. 



S O N « 665. 
Suiiy| lA the Oratorio of J»Jti^^ 

\Y H AT's fweeter than the ncw-blpwa rpft, 

Or breeses from the new-mowo dofel 
What's fweeter than an April mom. 
Or May -day's filyer, fragrant thoia? 
What than Arabia's fpicy grove? 
Oh ! tweeter far the breath of |ov«. 



SONG 64€. 



COKTZNTMENT. 



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Q Ttue content! fecure from harms, 

What's all the world without thy charmi 

Which ftill allure to reft? 
Compared therewith, all earthly jnys 
Are empty, fading, trifling toys } 

In thee mankind is'hWA. 

Bereft of thee, no monarclis have 
Such pleafuro as the meantft (lave 

To whom thou giv'^ rpiief; . 
Tho' ftibjeAs (hew profound refped» 
Nor duty wilfMUy negle€k. 

Thy abfcoco caufei grief. 

Conae, then, thou ploafin|f beauty briskll 
Refide with me both day and night, 

Difplay tby lovely chiirms; 
Be thutt difTus'd within my breaft, 
And let me ftili fecureiy reft 

Infolded in thy arms. 

Thro* all the various fcenes of life, 
Preferve me free from eavious ftxit'e. 

On Heav*n ftill to reiy 
For true protecting aid j and when 
Time terminates in death, oh f then 

To thee, O H^xo^a ! to fly. 



SONG 667. 

Siiiig ^Vavxna|,l. 

"pOO long « giddy wandVing youthj 

Prom fair to f^ir I rov*dj 
To cvVy nyqiph I vowM my truth, 

Tho' all alike I lov'd ; 
Yet. when the joy 1 wiih*d wat paft. 

My truth appeared a jcft: 
But, truft me, Vm convinced at laft 

That conftancy Is bfift. 

Xike other fools, at female wiles 

*Twas my delight to rail ; 
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b>on*i brightening f owVi 
vortb confeft; 
iKit enougb adorey 
ncy is beft. 

«rt at beauty*! fight 
vhh f«fid defire; 
cBAoa yield delight^ 
e lawlefi fire : 
•ftlalf faithful fteiaet, 
Vom breaft to breaft } 
snne-felt joy proclaimf 
ncy II beft. 

ffotn change refuln^ 
turcs flow; 
)ne» the foul exultf^ 
if Heaven below. 
I ev*ry gen^rouf miady 
if form impreft; 
Satei CO mankind, 
ncy ii beft. 



O N G 668. 

RXCITATIVS* 

We form Myrtilla fat^ 

I on the M\ of fate, 
uth, devoid of care, 

i thus addie£iM the fair. 

All. 

>Ioom of beauty*! tree, 
jy a heart of thee: 

I I teceiv'd the tale^ 
:m vvasup for tile, 
and the ftarry train, 
i?e it back again) 

id, to make thee mine, 
liould air be thine* 

le maid with fofhiefs criei;) 
defervet the^se: 
re heard was falfely told ; 
rt can ne>r be fold. 



SONG 669. 

Tt ft XWAROEO. 

ebnf I often arofe, 
»n the charms of the fpriog, 
to fmell of the rofe, 
bear the b^di fing : 
exalted their ftrains, 
snchanted my earj 
rere blefs*d on the plains, 
IS fweet blooms of the year. 

hone fmiling fo gay, 
die fctne of delight { 
he engrofs*d ail the day, 
dreams all the night; 
I Cbloe 1 walk'd, 
no more in my tho«g&t s 
itChloeltalk'd} 
Mre the ilart«ft I fovglitt 



No longer the warblers conld pleafe; 

No longer the rofes look*d gay ; 
For mufic, and fweetneis, and eale. 

Were loft, if my love was away : 
I tunM to her beauties my lays, 

j'ftudy*d each art that could move; 
She took the kind tribute of praife, 

And paid it with fondnefs and love. 



SONG 670. 

Sung in the Aefmplijbtd Mmh[» 

'\^H I LE her charms my thoughts employ. 

All is r*ptart, all is joy $ 
When ihe fpeaks, how fweet to hear j 
Modeft, graceful, and fincerej 

In her lorely fliape and face, 

Center ev*ry charm and grace; 
Sure never nymph was h^^lf fo fair. 

Not the Idte, giddy, vain» 

Nor theVanton flirting train^ 
Did my cautious heart en fnare ^ 

Not their artful Aib:te wiles. 

Nor their fof^ deluding fmilet. 
Charming Fanlny triumphs there. 



SONG 671. 

S VLVIA, wilt thou vcaite thy prime. 

Stranger to the joysof love ? 
Thnu had youth, and that's the tim« ' 

Every minute to improve: 
Round thee wilt thnu never hear 

Little wanton girls and boyi 
Sweetly founding in thy ear, 

Infants* prate and ntot hers* joys? 

Only View that littTe dove, 

Softly coorng to hfs mate; 
As a farther proof of love. 

See her for his kifTes wait; 
Hark I that charmiiig nightingarfy 

As he iiies from fpray to fpray. 
Sweetly tanes an amVoos talo, 

I love, i iovt, he ftrives to fay* 

Could I to thy foul reveal 

But the leaft, the thoufandth pare 
Of thofi plcafurer lovers feel 

In a mutual change of heart; 
Then repenting, Wouldft thou ftyy 

Virgin ertn, Irom btoce retnoi^a 
All the time is iHroi^'-away, 

That w« do n«t fpend in l«vt« 



SONG 671. 

J^ E F EN D my heart, ye virgni pow^r^ 

From am^roHS looks and fmilett 
And ihleld snt in my gayer honrt. 

From lovers dtfftroftivewilets 
In vain let fighs and melting teact 

Employ their moving art. 
Nor may detdiive oatlit and pni!^*tff 

E'er u\\m^Vk i^tt iv| Ymbu 



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Uly calm coDiCiiL and virtuous joys 

May envy ne'er moleft. 
Nor let ambitious tliuughtt arlfe 

Within my peaceful bread { 
Yet may there fuch a decent llatCy 

Such unaffected pride* 
As love and awe at once create* 

My words and adions guide. 

Lat others, fond of emptv praife, 

Bach wanton nrtdifplay, 
While fops and fools in raptures gaze^ 

And itgh their fouls away : 
Far other dldlates I purfue, 

(My btifs in virtue plac'd) 
And feelc to pleafe the wifer few^ 

Who real worth can tafte. 



SONG 673. 

P*RE£ from confinement and ftrife, 
ril plow thro* the ocean of lUe^ 

To feelc new delights* 

Where bftauty invites, 
But ne*er be confin*d to a wife* 

The man that is free« 

Like a TeHel at fea, 
After con^ueft and plunder may roam: 

But when either confined 

By wit^or by wind, 

Tbo* for glory defign^d* 

Ko advantage they find» 
But lot in the harbour at home* 



SONG 674. 

>£1C|«T or THl GRIEN. 

"YV^HILE others ftrip the new-falPn fnowiy 
And (Veal it*s fragrance from the roicy 

To drcfs their fancy's queen } 
Fain would I fing, but words are faint| 
All mufic's|i«wers too weak to paint 

My Jenny of the green. 

Beneath thii elm, brfide this ftream^ 
How oft Tve tun*d the favVite theme. 

And told my tale uafeen ! 
While, faithful in the lover*s caufe. 
The winds would murmur (oft applaafe 

To Jienny of the green, ' 

With joy my foul reviews the day^ 
When, dock*d in all the pride of May, 

She haird the fylvan fcene) 
Then ev*ry nymph that hop*d to pleafe, 
f Irft ftrove to catch the grace and eafe 

Of Jenny of the green. 

Then, deaf to cv*ry rivaPs figh. 
On me ihe caft her partial eye, 

Nor fcornM my humble mien : 
The fragrant myrtle-wreath I wear. 
That day adorn *d the lovely hair 

Of Jenny of the green. 

Through all the fairy-land of love, 
J'JJ feck my pn;ty waadVijif dove. 



The pride of gay fifteen ; 
Tbo* now ihe treads fome difljnt phin, 
Iho* far apart^ 1*11 meet again. 

My Jenny of the green. 

But thou, oUl time, tilt that bleft sight 
That brings her back with fpeedy flight. 

Melt down the hours between; 
And when we meet, the lola repay. 
On loitVing wing prolong my ftay 

With Jenny 0? the green. 



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SONG 675. 

J Strove, but in vain. 
To chafe away pain. 
Which had taken deep root in my hcartf 
My reft me forfookj 
Betray'd in my look. 
What I felt from fly Cupid's keen dart. 



S' O K G 676. 

KETIItlMlKT. 

PAREWEL, thefmeaky towm! adieii 

Each rude and fenfuai joy i 
Gay. fleeting pleafures, aU untrue. 
That in po&ffion cloy. 

F^r from the garnifliM fcene 1*11 fly. 
Where felly keeps her court, 

To wholefome, found philofophy. 
And harmlefs rural fport. 

How happy is the humble cell. 

How bleft the deep retreat, 
Where forrow^s billows never fwell. 

Nor paflion*t tempeflt beat 1 

But fafely through the fea of life, 
Calm reafon wafb us o*er, .« 

Free from ambition, noife, and ftrife, 
To death's eternal fiiore. 



SONG 677. -^' 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

SINCE Jenny thinks mean her faeart*i M 

to deny. 
And Peggy's uneafy when Harry 'a not by$ 
I will own, without blufliing, were all tbe 

world by, 
That Willy'i the lad, the lad for me. 

He brought me a wreath which hit hand ^ 

compofe. 
Where the dale-loving lily wu twin*d with the 

rofe ; 
Young myrtle in fprlgs did the border inclo&fc 
And Willy's the lad, the lad for me. 

By myrtle, Csid he, is my paflion exprefs'd; 
The rofe, like your lipf , in vermilion is dreli]^^ 
And the lily, for whttenefs, would vie trit^ 
your breaft. 
\ KvA WUl^*« tkc lad, the lad for me. 



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ink I regtrd^her? Not T» 1 declare. 
*t the lady the lad for me. 

all beech, andrectinM •nhii crook, 
'oung fliepherd; how fweet was his 

r one kifs, bvt an hundred he took. 
*• Che Ud» the lad for mc« 

: can I do, O inftrnd ne, ye maidt ! 
rtg fo kindly, fo warmly inTades, 
ce as much as |iii language peifuades? 
'f the lad, the lad for me. 



SONG 678. 

IS powxa or NATutz. 

I virtue encircles the fair, 
lilies and roles ate vain ^ 
n moft drop with defpair, 
moccnce takes up her reign i 
mbellifliing arts 
one need C4II to her aid, 
y by nature imparts 
es that nature has made. 

who has feofe muft defpife 
juettiih art to cnfnare^ 
e*d wifli to be wife, 

my counfel) ye fair; 
whom nature has bleft, 
reign dii^ates obey^ 

1 by nature expreft 
ties that never decay. 



SONG €79. 

rAHN Y*S CM AIMS. 

the* the bloom of fprtng is gone, 

nature feeU decay j 

r now her garb puts on, 

I a gloom on day: 

ftands the Usy hill, 

e the fylvan throng; 

I charms, unfading ftill, 

tUk in my fong. 

more on funay plains 
fierds tend their care, 

n emulating ftrains, 
> praife his fairj 
uented evVy (hade 
:h'd the vernal breeze, 

1 fmiles (enchanting maid-f) 
o me more than theie. 

I, in varied beauty dreft, 
t's fweers dtfclofe, 
e lilv CO her breaft, 
rr lips the ioTe: 
lie lily*s white ootrlci^ 
mA of the fMlt, 



And to her lips (in Damon*s eyci) 
The reddeft rofe looks pale. 

No more diatl flow*rs bedeck the flieadt. 

Or birds frequent che fprayi 
Or larks forfake their dewy beds. 

And hail the dawning dav: 
No more on yonder mountain** brow 

Shall bleating lannbkins rove. 
And (he no .more prove fair or true, 9 

When I forgec to love. 



SONG 68o. 



Mitt BtOWK. 



J^EAR Madam, excufe 
So artlefs a mufe, 
That endeavours your beaatict to p«iiit| 

The fault Is not mine. 

For tho* you*re divine. 
My power to praife ycti it faiat* 

If the goddefs of lov« 

£*er ftepp*d from above 
To vifit the groves upon earth $ 

I think it quite plain, 

You was one of her train. 
Or at lead it was there you had birth. 

Let thofe of more ikill. 

Paint beauties chat kill. 
And arm their bright eyes with a frown) 

But 1, for my part, 

Such beauties defert 
To ling the good-natur*d Mifs Browa* 



SONG 682. 



H^ 



ERE attend all ye fwaios. 
And ye nymphs of the plains. 
Quit your flocks and your herds for a whUe| 
Hither quickly repair. 
In our mirth a part (hare. 
And each lafs her love meet with a Coiilt. 

Hark, the drum Hymen beats I 

Hark, how echo repeats 
The fweet found, as it files fwifk awaj ! 

0*er bills, and o'er dales, 

Ev'ry ear it afiails. 
And mocks their long, tedions delay. 

O ! how hippy is he. 

That contented can be. 
To enjoy the beft treafure of lift j 

All he^d wiih e*er to gain, 

He*ll be fure to obtain. 
In a prudent and fenfible wife* 

Should the rover pretend, 

Thac chefe juyt will fooa eitd. 
And that love will expire wick cht'OMon^ 

Mark how pain and difeafc 

The lewd libertine feif e,' 
Ere he reaches the height of Ufe*s noon. 

But how wrctahcd indted. 
He whom fate Viaa ^iK.tt^4 
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All endeiTonri are vain 
To aOuage the iharp pain 
Whicb is fcit in a loTe-troobled heart* 

Though lifc*t bufy fccne 

May oft help to ferene 
An4 difperfe the dark doads of defpairj 

Tet when ni|ht*t filent noon 

Helps to add to itS gloom. 
Who can fay what the mind fuflfers there? 

Hafte this day to employ^ 

Thus devoted to joy, 
And with innocent mirth let*s abound ; 

Thus in chorus we'll fiog. 

While the foreft ihall ring 
With the burthen of mufic's foft found. 

May ail prerent attain 

A life free from pain, 
Evcilr ftrangers to difcord or ftrifej 

May the 6ngie foon find* 

In the maiden that's kind. 
The joys oif*an amiable wife ! 



SONG 682« 

FEMALE ADVICX. 

pURSVIKG beauty, men dcfcry 

The diftant fliore, and long to prove^ 
Still richer in variety, 

The treafures of the land of love* 

We women, like weak Indians, ftand. 

Inviting from our golden cosft 
The Wandering rovers to our land; 
_ But li^e who trades with them is loft. 

With humble vows they firft begin* ' 
Stealing unfeen, into the heart j 

But, by pofleffion fettled in, 
They quickly adt another part. 

For beads and baubles we refign, ^ ' ' 
In ignorance, our (hining ftore^*' -^ 

Difcover nature's richeft mine, 

And yet the tyrants will have mor«. 

Ye fair, take heed, forbear to try 
How men can court, or you be won; 

For love it but difc every. 

When that is made the pleafure*s done. 



SONG 683. 

'P*H£ fun in virgin luftre Ihoney 

May-morning put it*s beautiet on) 
The warblers fung in livelier ftrains. 
And fweeter flow'rets decked the plains) 
When love,, a foft intruding gueft, 
That long h;^ dealt in Damoo^ breaft. 
Now whifperM to the nymph. Away \ 
For this is nature's hoBdsy. 

The tender impulfe wingM bis hafte ^ 
The painted mefd he inftant pafs*d| 
And foon the happy cot he gain'd, 
"Vherc beauty (lept, an^i^leoce rdgnMi 
fke, mj fair I (the ibrpherd cries) 
Mir-^Ofa fkafun of% duB» eyes ) 



Anfe. my Sylvia! hail the Miy, 
Fur this is natuic's holiday. 

Forth came the maid, in briuty bright 
As Phiebus in meri^an light, 
Entranced in rapture, all coiifefs'd. 
The fliipherd cLfp^d hrr to his breaft) 
Then gazing with a fpeaking eye. 
He fn«cch'd a kiis, and he.iv*d a figh, 
A meking fi^ih, and i'ee.-n'a to lay, 
ConHdei youth's our holiday. 
Ah, foft, ((he faij) for pity's fake! 
What, icifs one ere i'ra well awake? 
For this fo early came you here ^ 
And hail you thus the rifing year? 
Sweet jnnnctnce ! forbear to chide. 
We'll hade to joy, (the fwain reply'dj) 
In pkafurc*8 ftow'ry 'fields we'll ftray. 
And this (hall be love's holiday. 

A crimfon glow warm*d o'er her cheek. 
She look'd the things (he dar'd nut fpeak; 
Confenl own'd nature*s (brt command. 
And Damon feix'd her treoibiing hand: 
His dancing heart in tranfports play'd. 
To church he led the blu(hing maid j 
Then blefs'd the happy mom of May» 
And now their life's all holiday. 



S O N G 684. 
Sung at Ran EL AG H. 
'P HE fragrant lily of the vdle. 

So elegantiy fair, 
Whofe fweets perfume the fanning gale> 

To Chloe I compare; 
What tho* on earth it lowly growsy 

And (Irives it*s head to hide! 
it*s fwertnefs far outvies the rofe. 
That flaunts with fo much pride* 

The coftly tulip owes it's hue 

To many a gaudy (Vain, 
In this we view the virgin white 

Of innocrnce remain : 
See how the curious Aonft's hand ^ 

Uprears it's humble head, 
And to prelerve the charming (lowV, 

Tranfplanti it to hii bed. 

There while it (heds it\ fweets around^ 

Huw (hiucs each modeil grace ! 
Enraptui'd,- - how it's owner (lands 

To view it's lovely face I 
But pray, my Chloe, now obferve 

.The inference of my tale. 
May I the'rioiil) be, and thou 

The tilv of the vale. 



SONG 685. 

Sung in the Capridous Loviru 

"^^HEN v^poon o'er the meadows die^ 
And morning ftrealcf the purple (kyf 
I wake to love with jocund glee, 
To think on him who doats on nae. 

V/Vien eve emVtnwnt the verdant gr»vef 
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-etthe my love reveals* 
pangs my bofom t'cels* 

leafure I furvry 
tis in amnioud p'lVy 
cares my henrt employ, 
s* leaps, anil Lr.ts tor joy* 



O N G 686. 



RETIMF-MEyiT- 



ten by Mr. Nicholls* 

ndon*s Tmorilcy. fcetitl air^ 
>f CiafHc and oi' ca e, 
, ye ruial po^Vsj 
your fe«iuriter'd ways, 
that .'••fe-lip'd cheru!} ftrays, 
:he fleeting houii. 

th you no balls invite* 
autics cftch the fighti 
ire has fupply^d 
lading joys than thefe* 
irds on fluw'ring trees* 
I meandVing tide; 

d, the jocund fwains* 
:ks on verdnnt plains* 
bftrudted breezs; 
ring^, the babbling rill* 
at we mount the hill> 
itude and eafe ; 

>wn heath* the fragrant thorn* 

Ids of ri.'ing ci)n, 

ler's promiv I wealth; 

1 ail, wha/. feldcni fuund 

s vicious round* 

and health. 

rhom Lond( n*s waIN immure, 
coins, catarrhs endure* 
Pandora's fiorr; 
d fi.y to hfl1»'fo»-..p plains* 
ft, whiVr liic remains* 
!e city more. 



O N G 687. 

fMFH or TRt THAMES. 

ling at Vavxhall. 

reams of bright beauties* and 

cplorr 

of fuch charms as I'd ne'er feen 

I nations* and waic*4 from my 

It no nymphs were like thofe of 



>f the Seine I was pleased to funrey 
Ffair nymphs all fo merry and gay; 
were merry and gay to extremes*' 
hs couM J fiAd like the oympbs 



Then I travert*d eith mountain, each rirer 

and plain* 
But my labour* alas ! was all labour 10 vain. 
O Ty ber ! O Po I why fo fam*d are your ftreamt^ 
Since no ny mphs can you boaft like the nymphe 

of the Thames. 

Rut of Italy's merit and fame to fay tmet 
And give, as 'tis iic, evVy nation it's due. 
Each fair, like a Syen* with mufic inflames t 
But what is a fong to the nyrophi of the 
Thames? 

As for Grnnany,ther« I was ftmck with furprife t 
What the belles want in beauty they make up 

in fize ; 
And 'tis juft with their nympha at it it with 

the ftreams* 
You've a tun on the Rhine for a quart on the 

Thames. 

Thf n ye youths of Great Britain, on wand*rinf 

fo keen* 
To feed your fond fancies with beauties unfeen* 
Go enquire of the fun* and he'll tell you hia 

beams . 
. Ne'er ihone on foch nymphi at the nympha of 
..the Thames. 



SONG 688. 

THE aOSS-BUD. 

3 WHET bud I to Laura's bofom go> 

And live beneath her eye) 
There, in the fun of beauty blow. 
Or tafte of heaven and die. 

Sweet earneft of the blooming year! 

Whofe dawning beauties fpeak 
The budding blu(h of fummer near. 

The fummer on her cheek! 

Bef^ emblem of the nymph I levey 

Refemhlin^ beauty's morn* 
To Laura's bofom hafte* and prove 
One rofe without a thorn. 



SONG 639. 
Written by Mr. Hawxiks. 

LOVELY Flavia, lift, I pray* 
To yon warbler on the fpnay } 
Hear* my fair* hie matin tale* 
Charming as the vernal gale. 

View the fields all fmiling round ; 
See the flow'reta deck the ground { 
And the friflcy lambkins flray* 
With their dims in wanton plaj» 

See the ihepherd penfive fit. 
Making of a home-fpun net { 
With hit bottle near at hand* 
His maftifF too* at his command* 

How contented it hit fttte I 

He envy't «»^ x)Mt tU^ «ni ^!k:^\ 



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free from forrowiy free from paiof 
Is the fliepherd on the pUin. 

Except hit Daphne proves tink!nd» 
Then difconcerted ii hts mind ; 
TUi fte refolret to prove more true. 
Then til hit ceres ihe doth fubdoe. 



8 O N O 690. 

A leNlffXT. 

J^Z hnffi*d, ye fweet birdf» and forhur your 
ikrill netesy' V 

Nor deign fudh a clamour to keep ; 
Bat ftop a few moments^ and reft your foft 
threats^ ' 
for here Ilea a goddefs afleep ! 

Ij^p off, ye pert flieit from the cheek of my 
fair, 

Aftd let her contentedly hy ; 
For, if you prefume to alight on her face, 

** VouUl wake her at fure as *tis day !'* 

Ye gods ! fend young Copids to *bide at her feet, 
Let the Oraees adorn her fwcet head ! 

Let the plcafanteft dreams make her flamhers 
complete, 
Asd angels ki6ep guard o*er her head. 



SONG 691. 

X.OVX. 

PJOW fweet a torment *tis to love! 

. And ahf how'pleafant is the paja| 
I would not, if I could, remove. 

And now put off the amorous chain, 
Tho' Chloris* eyes do give me laws, 

And me of liberty beguilcr 
I, like a martyr, love my caufe. 

And 00 my fair tormentor fmile * 



SONG 691. 

ARTLSSS LOYX* 

Written by Mr* W^ll— s. 

T OVE*a a pleafing noble paffioUf' 

Kindly fent us from above ; 
And tho* growing out of faihiony 
What can equal artlela love f ' 

What the* moderns difregard it, 
I like uem will never prove t 
9iA tfttlation1-^I difcard It $ 
' Nought can pleafe like artlefs love. 

When a lover fues for favour. 

And with oaths would pity move, 
Truft not, I>elia, fuch Iwhiiviour, ' 

*Tts deroid of- artlefs love. ' 
*Tis defign*d but to deceive you. 

When he fwears to pow*rs abi^; 
Ofjsow peace he n^ld' bereave you. 

Think nofy thep, 'tit JirtJefi love; 



When a lover mildly proflrVft 

Von his hand— his truth to provct 

Then, you may accept his offers. 
For they come from artlefs love. 

What on earth can give fuch pleafurt 9 
What fo Toon ourcaick remove! 

What ran be fo great a tre^fore 
As fincere and artlefs love* 



SONG 693. 

QF Leinfter, fam*d for maidens fairt 
Bright Lucy was the grace; 

Nor e*er did Liffy*8 limpid ftream 
Reflect a fairer face. 

Till locklefs love and pining care 

Impair'd her rofy hue,. 
Her coral lips, her damaflc cheeks. 

And eyes of gloffy blue. 

Oh ! have you feen the lily pale 

'When beating rains defcend ? 
Sodroop*d this flow-confuming maid. 
Her life now near it*s end. 

By Lucy wam*d, of i}att*ting fwalne 

Take beed, ye eafy fair ! 
Of vengeance due to broken vows. 

Ye petjor*d fwains,' beware ! 

Three times, all in the dead of night, 

A bell was heard to ring; 
And ihriekTng at her window thrice. 

The raven flapped her wing. 

Too well the love-lorn maiden knevr 

The folemh-boding found. 
And thus in dying woU^ befpoke 

Thie inaidens weeping round. 

I hear a voice you cannot hear. 
Which fays I muft not ftayj 

I fee a hand vou cannot fee. 
Which beckons me away. 

3y a fa!fe heart, and broken rows, 
In early youth I die : ' 

Was I to blame, becaufe the bride 
Is twice as rich as 1 ? 

Ah, Colin, give not her thy irewf, 

.Vows due to me alone-! 
Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kifs. 
And think him all thy own ! * 

To-morrow in the church to wed 

Impatient hoth prepare: 
But know, fond maid, and know, falfo 

That Lucy will be there. 

Then bear my corfe, ye comrades dear, 

' The bridegroom blithe to mect{ 
He in his wedding-trim fo gay, 
I in my wihding-iheet! 

She fpoke, and dy*d—- her corfe was boratf 
The bridegroom blithe to meet} ' 

He JO his vredding-trim fo gay, 
She in hrr winding-fliect. 

Oh! 'what were nerjur*d Colin*s thoogbtt| 
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icn floek'd tonni Locy ^a^t 
\ tbft ▼lUage wept. , 

, ftime* rcmorfc, defpair, 
e hit bofom fwell : 
of death bedew*d his browf , 
ok» he groaned, he fell. 

II n bride, a bride no mere, 
inrifif crimfoa (led $ 
tcli*d beAdc her rival** corfty 
Mr her buAand dead. 

iicy*i new*made (rtve, 
r*d by trefnbliiif fwa'tni» 
irith her, beiteath one foJf 
er now remains* 

p*acetbe conftant bind 
ii(;ht«'d maid are feen t 
nds gay, and true-love knots 
deck the facred green» 

forfworn, whoc*er thou art> 
tallow* d fpot forbear ! 
Colin*s dreadful fate, 
ear to meet him there* 



5 O N O 694. 

rttten by Mr. Nicmolls. 

Pbebe, whercTer I go* 
|ay oniet thus fiog of my love t 
eek what a delicate glow ! 
be rpeaks lika a feraph above, 

es, hnw delightful they feem ! 
• far thai) the frighted of fpars! 
y deign on poor mortals to bcam» 
;aven they rival the liars I 

>ral imported from far, 
h ba^f^m the honey-bee lips, 
lly for OS ti compare 
colour and taAe of her lips ! 

nerits thefe praifrt , I own ; 
:r fjrm is compleatly defign'd, 
link* be refuted by none j 
wants the rare gif'ts of the mi<>d. 

eyes, lipt, er cheeks, or a mien ! 
I all that tho fchooli can impart I 
;e fined complexion e*er feen ! 
|r^es are not in the heart I 

lebe, henceforward be wife, 
'*ytliee coquette it no more, 
kepherd will Cbrely defpifc, 
it fops of the town may adore* 



SONG 6m^. 

iVritten by Mr. LKMornt 

^ E L, ye love>enchanMog 
ev'ry vernal grove; 
e mofly woods and glades» 
r paths no more J rove I 

; blufliet now arifcy 
lugt the (panglp4 dtwo; 



No foaring pinions reuh the fkift» 
To hail the iofint dawn* 

The ibepherd now his crook forfakiiy 
His pipes and fleecy care ; 

tfo mattins garble from the brakes. 
Or rend the gloomy air. 

Fair Phillis, hear the direful truth. 
To nature's laws attend ; 

Triumph not o'er thy gen*f0tts youth. 
Or mourn the fatal end. 

Depend not on thy fading charms. 

Or their united pow*r } 
Refign them to Ai^iotor's arms. 

And blefs the happy hour. 

Then (kail life*s fpring glide on ferene. 
No ruffling tempeft reigo ; 

So flxall you prove love*s happy queeOf 
And blefs a faithful fwain* 



SONG 696* 

THE BIMPLB. 

g ILVI A the young, the fair, the gay, 

A verdant bow*r inclosed; 
The little wanton, tir*d with play. 
In downy fleep repos*d* 

A btoom fo like the peach*s hue. 
Her glowing cheeks exprefs*d, 

A bird, deloded, eager flew. 
And feiz'd the lufctous feai(« 

Ah! lucky fpoil, tho* rude th* alans. 

And Sylvia weeping rofe. 
Since to the wound it*a fmiling form 

That killing dimple owes. 



SONG 697. 

7 HE fun wss funk beneath the hilT, 

The weftern clouds were lin*d with gold, 
Clear was the Aiy, the wind wu ftill. 

The flocks were penned within the foldjj 
When in the flicnce of the grove 
Poor Damon thus defpair*d of love. 

Who feeks to pluck the fragrant rofe 
From the hard* rock or ouzy beach ; 

Who from each weed that barren grows, 
£spe£^s the grape or downy peach | 

With equal faith may hope to find 

The truth of love in w6ma&kind« 

No herds have I, po fleecy care. 
No fli^Hs that wave with golden fraia| 

No paflures grtcrtf or gafdens fair, 
A woman's Tenal heart to ga!n| 

Then all in vain my flghs nipfl provt^ 

Whofe whole cflate, alu I is loire. 

How wretched Is the faithful youthf 

Since women's hearts are bought aad foldf 
They aik no vows of facred truth, 
. Whene'er they flgh,' they figh for gold. 
Cold can the frowns of fcorn remove \ 
But i «m(com^&»^<^\^vitVax\ivi>jv 



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To btff the gemt of India's coaft 

What wealth, what riches would fufficc ? 
Yet India's ihore /hould never boaft 

The luftre of thy rival eyes; 
For there the world too cheap muft prove; 
Can 1 then buy— who have but luve ! 

Then, Mary, fincenor grms nor ore 
Can with thy brighter lelf compare^ 

Be juft as fair, and value more , 
Than gams or ore, a heart fincere : 

Let treifure meaner beauties movej 

Who pays thy worth, mull pay in love. 



SONG 69S. 

THX XNAMOVXKD SHZPIIERDISS. 

Written by Mr. Hawkixs. 

^ H AT little rogue Cupid, I vow. 

Is playing fuch tricks with my hearty 
I fl«Mer— I ecnnot tell how, 

Yet feel the Aiarp pangs of his dart. 
What cruel, ungenerous iWain, 

Could fend this fond urchin to me, 
Whofe heart was a ftr^nger to pain. 

And e*er r6v*d as free as a bee. 

Bnt now my poor fr nf?s are gone. 

My fpirits are fled from me quitei 
And Vm a poor maiden forlorn. 

No reft can I t.ike day or night. 
How happy, a!i! once, fure, was I ! 

So chearfully rofr in the morny 
But now am addicted to figh 

For him that I treated with fcom. 

Young Caledon muft be the fwain. 

None like him appeats to my view; 
Tie caught my fond hrart on the plain, 

Ah ! fliepherd, l^m wretched for you ; 
Oh ! come then, drxr >outb, and be kindy 

No longer difJainfuI Til be, 
Bur harbour content in mv mind. 

And think upon no one but thee. 



SONG 699. 

TH£ bacchanalian; a cantata. 

Recitative. 

^S in • tavern toping Lewis drank 

The fparkling juice, in company with 
Frank; 
Tell me, quotk he, can man in joy abound ; 
For whexey unlcfs in wine, is ptcJl^re found ? 

Aim. 

Then leave off all thinkingy 
There's pleafure-in drinking. 

That none but a buck can define; 
For the bottle and glafi 
I prefer to a lafs, 
. And would fell the whole fczfor good wine. 

Oh ! could I with eafe 
My palate but pleafe. 



With a quantum of diref^ 
Content in xny gtrret. 

Id enjoy both my bottle and bowl. . 

Then talk not of whoring, 
Ot' ranting, of roaring. 

And kicking a ouft up at night; 
For J will ma'ntain, . 
All pleafure is pain. 

Where the bottle procures not deligl 

Then rcplpnifli the glafs, 
Who denies is an Ah, 

The bottle, the flaflc, and the bowl 
But h" who right thinks, 
And like m\fdr drinks, 

1 pronounce him a buck and a foal. 



/ SONG 700. 

(2 EASE, dearxharmer, thus to vex tJ 

Conftant, lo 1 thy fwain appears; 
Let not groundleft fears perplrx thee, 
Faithfulnefs to thee he fwears. 
Ceafe ihy trouble, ccafe thy pain. 
Never will we part agtin ; 
Then let cairn content and ref^ 
PofCeft again thy peaceful breail* 

From thy tencfer bofom hiniih 

All thofe vain tormenting fe»rs; 
See, the clouds of forrow vaniih. 
And the fun of joy appears: 

Thy trial now, f.ilr maid, is o>r, 
Nr'rr fhall thn« know forrow more 
But together will we prove 
The joys of conflancy and love. 

Now in Hymen*8 bands united. 
We a happy pair will prove ; 
Loving ejch, and each delighted, 
TafVe the joys of truth and love j 
Then in peac^ our d.iys fhall Aow^ 
Sorrow will we never know; 
But refign'd to Htav'n's decrees. 
Live in happinefs and rafe. 



S O fl G 701. 

THE MAaVEf T MORKTNC j WITH 
tONG OK CORYDOW. 

Written by Mr, Nichot.ls. 

J^ARK! the ftrill clarion of the dl/lat 

Gladly proclaims the ruddy>rifing da 

Sloth fainrly heart the rude, unweld^m 

Juft yawns, then fnores the haleforoe 

away. 

Whilft we, my W»«bc, at his call arlfe, 

. Fond at the lark to greet yon glorious 

And as it tints with gold the eal^ern iki 

Pour forth in fongthe great Creator's 

See how the hills are burnifli'd by it's 1 
Each fcene infpires me with a warmth < 

The mifer wrapt (elate) in golden dreai 
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iial foYcreign of the day ! 
> the re.pcrs of" yon yellow vale, 
they ttrive beneath thy toft'ring ray, 
: their Coil with tn^oy a jocund ule. 

rHXlOKG or CORYDOK. 

ordlingt in fplendor remain^ 

precedency*! follow'd by ftrife; 

ne a few acre* oiaintain, 

ill culture the bleifings of life t 

I rnjoyments no ftinfra l^^rt behind, 

» oft iftfea both the body and mino. 

U their bright circUs can pJcaTc 
ly reapers fo bufy beiow;^ "• 
pippeni of gold on my trr'* 
produce my hop-ground* b<»fh)w : 
luntaini of we<uth ot\ the worthlefs 
tfend, 

line 18 employM for the poor and my 
lead, 

hoaft of their hangings fo ^ay, 
:ir trapphigs btfpangleu with gold ; 
meadows more charms can dilpUy, 
fern-hills brighter Ur to beh«'|j : 
;audy drefs is the villains difguii'e, 

tue in weeJs begs the means to I'uffice. 

. boaft of tVetr beauties divine, 
; beft theyM their beauties reclaim^ 
troth) I would blot out the line) 
icontinence fullies their fame. 
>py, O Phvbe ! is Corydon's lot, 
tue, conientment, and thee, in a cot; 

ives let the gartcr-dcclc*d peer 

vhat credulous m%ic.% he has won, 

mile at his vicious career, 

iey*ll fniile (hould they lee him undone. 

cs arc ftrangers to flatt'ry j"d art, 

mes from their lips is the rruit ut the 

:art. 

rtue again would revive, 

Pheoe ! €0uld greatnefs fay this ? 

commerce, and Britons would thrive, 

ur ifle be a garden of blifs. 

I upon greainei's, ah ! who can d<*pend ! 

Q they'll promife, but rarely befriend. 

lore-^it becomes not a fwain 
[t& on the ways of the great ; 
tlirive with the reft of the plain, 
e virtuous, whate^er's our fate; 
ity, my Phebe , return with the fpring, 
it folks, in virtue, go copy their kin^. 



S O N O 701. 

^ Fanny to woman is growing apace, 
rofe-rbud 1 eginning t j blow in toer uce, 
ma*s wife precepts (ht carrs tnt a Jut, 
rt pants ior fvaieihiag-^ihe cannot 



Ko fooner the wanton her freedofjn obtainS) 
When among the gay youth a tyrant flte'reigns* 
And Mndirig her beauty fuch power has got, 
Her heart panii for fomcthing— (he cannot 
tell what. 

Tho* all day in fplendor (be flaunts it about. 
At court, park and play, the lidotto and rou:; 
Thu' flattered, and env>*d« ihe pines at her lot. 
Her heart pants for fomethiog'^lhc cannot 
tell what. 

A touch of the hand, or a glance of the eye^ 
From hiui (he likes t>eft, m^kci her ready to die i 
Not knowing 'tis Cupid his arrow has (hot. 
Her heart pants for fomethiag— (he cannot 
tell what* 

Ye fair take ad vice,and be blefs'd while yoo may. 
Each look, word and a^ion, your wi(h^s betray; 
Oive eafe to yoor hearts by the conjugal knot, 
Tho* they pant e'er fo oaudk— -)ou will feoa 
know for what. 



SONG 703. 

QENE ATH a coal flude, by the Ade of m 

ilrearo. 
Thus breath'd a fond fliepherd, his Kitty y* 

tlieme : 
Thy beauties comparing, my deareft, (faid he,) 
Theie's nothing in nature fo lovely a* thee. 

Ti)o* diftance divides us, I view thy dear face^ 
And wander, in tranCpoit, o*er every |[race; 
Now, now I behold thee, fwect fmiling and 

pretty} 
Oh, gods ! you>e made nothing fo fair at aiy 

Kitty. 

Come, lovely idea, come fill my fond arms! 
And whilftinfoft raptures] gaze on thy charms^ 
The beautiful objects which round me arifr. 
Shall yield to thofe beauties that live in thine 
eyes. 

Now Flora the meads and the groves does adora 
With flowers and blofToms on every thorny 
Rut look on my Kitty ! there fweetiyUoes blow 
A fpring of more oeauties than Floiacau ih'jw. 

See, fee how that rofe there adomt the gay 

bu(h, 
And proud of it's colour, woirid vie with ber 

i^luih. 
Vain boafler! thy beauties /hall fjuickly decay. 
She blulhek— aiid fee how ii withers away. 

Obferve that fair lily, the piiie of the vale, 
iu whiiencfs unrival*d, now droop and iuv«k 

p-Icj 
It fickenk^and changes It's beautiful hue. 
And bows down it's head in fubmiffion to you. 

The xephyrs that fan me beneath the cool 

/ha<Jc, 
Whin*pat\i\«^ VvAxVajX ^ti CcA V'^^'^^^ v» 

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Arc left intcful tii4 fweet tbtii the hetv*iily 

•ir 
Tlitt breathes from her lipi* *hea ihe whif« 

pert— my itu» 

J hear the f ly lark at he moiiatt to the ffltiett 
How fwcet are hit notes! how deli|htfiil hit 
Toice! 

00 dwell in the air, little warbler, fol 

1 have mu/ick enough while my Kitty*t below. 

With pletfure T watch the induftiious bee» 
Estra^iog her fweect from each Aower and tree : 
Ah« fools! thus to labour to keep you alive; 
Fljf fly to herlipSy and at once fill your hive* 

See there, OB the top of that oak, how the doves 
Sit brooding each other, and cooing their loves ! 
Our loves are thus tender, thus mutual our joy. 
When folded on each other's bofom we lie* 

It glads me to fee how the pretty young lainhs 
Are fondled, and cherifh*d, and lov*d by their 

dams: 
The lambs are left pretty, my deareft, than 

thee; 
Their dams trelefs fond, nor fo tender as me. 

At I gize on the river, that fmoothly glides by, 
Thus even and fweet is her temper, 1 cry; 
Thus clear is her mind, thus calm and ferene; 
And virtues, like gems, at the bottom are feen. 

Here various flowers ftill paint the gay fcene. 
And as fomefade and die, others bud and look 

green; 
The charms of my Kitty are conftant as they; 
Htr virtuea will bloom as her beauties decay. 

But in vain I compare her ; here*s nothing fo 

bright. 
And darknefs approaches to hinder my fight ; 
To bed I will haften, and there all her charms, 
In fofter ideas, V\l bring to my arms. 



SONG 704. 

QEAUTY and mufick charm the foul, 

Tho* feparate in the fair ; 
What daortal can their powV controvl, 
Whca Heav*n hu join*d them there? 

What needed, then, my Celiacs art, 

To fiog or touch the lyre f 
Your charms before had won my hearty 

Twas adding flame to fire* 



SONG 705. 



. Written by Mr. Lkbioinb. 
T HE fommer*s gay, delightful fcene. 

With all it*s pleafing charm's. 
It's goldea grotetp Mnd poJjih*d green, 



Come then, Elica, let us rove, 
*Midft nature's richcil ftore ; 

Thofc bounties feiae, and feaft like JovCf 
And nature's works explore. 

Catch nature's beauties as they roU« 
While mutua] paffions charm; 

Content fliall harmonise the foul» 
And cv*ry pain difarm. 

Then when ftern winter ihakes the weriii> 

And rapid lightnings fly. 
When nature's in confufion hnrPd, 

We'll ev'ry care defy. 



SONG 706. 

QUR glaiTes, waiter, once again fopply, 

Bring t'other dozen, broach the cellar diy; 
Let not vacuity the board difgrace, 
But with rich claret fill the horrid fpacc! 
Fttent juice, that rules the earth, 
Infpirer of wit and mirth, 
Source of joys that ne'er decay. 
Ever bubbling, 
Never troubline, 
Always fparkling, brittt and gay t 
Recruit my goblet to the brink, 
I'll fing thy praifcs while I drink* 



SONG 707. 

TO-MOtlOW. 

Written by Mr. Nichoxls* 

"^Y^A*^ ^y 900d fire bequeath'd, wheoef 

age 1 poflefs'd. 
Then I langh'd at dull precepts, I drank, sai 
I drefs*d ; 
A ftranger wai I uoto forrow : ' 

As wind fpreads the dufi, fo my gold fled W> 

fore me. 
My fellows pretended to love and adore me; 
1 never once thought of t9*morrow. 

The good rules of my grannam entirely fsigoCi 
I was firfl at confufion, the befl at a plot. 

And oft wrought tbe innocent forrow: 
The bold miftreft, the virgin, to me were the 

fame, 
Tho* rrpulfed to-day, 'twas to me lawful garnet 

If, perchance, they prefeated tormerrow. ' 

To maflcs, balls, and plays, I wonld frequently 

treat; 
My companions commended a fpirit fo great, 

And oift condefcended to borrow; 
Like a lad of high mettle, I lov'd to be free, 
1 lent them my money and credit with glee. 

And ne'er loft a thought on to-morrow. 

The girls of the town fliar'd my bounty profafe; 

The tavern-men bow'd as 1 pafs'd to thtii 
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I regain whic I'rc fquander*d on 

ifould be full, and my bofom at eafc, 
ouncmenc in ftore for to-moiTo«r. 

c-pic and turf Tve been often <affeff*d 
|h. tided koave with a ftar at hit 
in 5 

eannefi hat brought roe to forrow. 
: and curate have fed at my board, 
ot a dinner thefe harpies afford j 
ta'en care for to-morrow* 

take the binty for dame fortune ii 

>^* 

rour porfuits while the deity*t kind^ 
•twill preferve you from forrow i 
hes who help you to fqoander away, 
on your folly, and greet \ .u (o-day, 
you onnoti€*d to-monow. 



SONG 70S. 

Sung in Mldax, 

tight a lad to fee to, 
rr ftepc in leather ihoe, 
*t better, he'll love me to<^y 
lia ril prove true blue. 

ifter ca/lt a bawk*< eye, 
hat Ae can do{ 
k'd the little doxy, 
girl he means to woo. 

ole out to meet him; 
doubt, my ftepi purfuet 
h prove true, I'll fit him j 
«lfe— ril fit him too. 



SONG 709. 

Written by the Editok. 

Jie celeftials together were met, 
i by Mars to oartake of a wet 
t kia defccnt from the fkiesj 
bus, who fcarce hai rccover*d from 
P» 

by drinking o'er night rather deep, 
itbui at be open'd his eyes. 

» has happened, good Mars let ma 
>w, 

been a/Ieep, 'mongft our vot*i1es 
»w, 

▼00 Qoft repair to their aid ? 
hatBrita'nniahad:enc*crofsthf water 
a aa could ne'er be refu«'d by her 
igbcer, 
»cac« all the univerfe (ftzy'^, 

M» iBd#ed» (€ry*d the great god of war) 
baacontri v'd the wiih'd union lonur, 
bnfe and ungenerous foe { 
•*ng the girl ro reie^ evVy offer 
ner«//V on htr mother tj proffer. 
9m tk§ hfvlt I go, " ' 



And determine I am, (by thje lore which I bear 
To war, and the goddefs of beauty, I fwear) 

Before my returs to the ikiei» 
Such flaughter this treachcrooa people ikaill 

know. 
My generous Britons, cho* julUy theSr foe^ 

Will beg me to pity their cries. 

Since this it the ca(c, (reply*d Bacchos) Ipny» 
To England repair, without farther delay. 

And at once crufli tho pow*r of France** 
Ganyrarde, fill the gUffes«-bat, ere you ^v^^ 
Let*s all drink SuccefttoeachtrueBritiibkeaA» 

That burns 'gainft the French to advance* 



SONG 710. 

*][* H E man who with a gentle heart 

In life ferene fteals through his part# 
Needt not the Tillain't bufy art 

To pile his gold on gold \ 
Which tho* Ocur*d in iron che#. 
Still burnt within hit tortur*d breafl> 
By day and night exiling reft 

From him whofc mind sa fold-*- • 

If he can boaft a quiet mind, 
Domeftic bleflinp he (hall find 
Under the roof that keeps out wittd. 

And all the weather's harm. 

The fpear that glows in honour*t field | 

The fword that fkilfulwarriourt wield | 

Nor yet Achilles* well-wrought flueld^ 

. Need he with fuch to arm* 

Place me far diftant from thofe plains. 
Where (bnds no cot, where pipe no fwalnty 
Where blow bleak winds, where fall the raioH 

And breathes a dang*roos air. 
Place me, O Bacchus, near fome caflc, 
For-eterforc'd to fill my flafk; 
With plrafure Til renew my taik^ 

And blefs my daily care. 



SONG 



711. 



ataalll 



yOUJlG DamoB and Ckloe were i 
fond, 
Tbejr kifs*a and tbejp toy*d all the day; 
Kind Hymen confented to finilh the reft. 

And jofn them Ux ever and aye. 
Some Qead interfered, and the ritea 
delayed, 

By a circumftance few would fuppofe^ 
For thougbtleft young Damon, one day at ht 
play'd, 
Prefenied to Kitty-«.a rofir. 

AlarmM at the gift, Chloe rated the yooth« 

Fill'd with jetloufy, rage, and difdain ; 
She caird him fAirc.h«#rted, perfidious and balV^ 

And inftantly (quitted (he plain. 
He cndeavour'd his innocence vainly to proTe» 

No words could her paflion com^oC^v 
Sucli pttrenxt) ftit U\^> ^<t% ^>Kt« ^tei^ww VI 
\ove. 

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To the ch«rcK| or the wake» or wherever (he 
went. 
He followed in hopes of relief ; 
OUurate the fair, and regardleft hehdd 

Thf type of Wik pcntcoce— ^tief. 
Tko* leldom, if ever, (he deigii*d a repljr^ 

*Twai only to add to hit woea! 
No art (hall e*er win me again to comply) 
• Remember, young Damoa, the— Ivfe. ' 

For ever refuf 'd, when he knew that kit heart 
. . To Chloe waa Tirtuoos and true, 
He thought ^twaa too mocU^ fo negleded 
the fair, 
Another more kind to purfue. 
This trettliient at lertgth Co allli Aed the maid, 

.She fought him her mind to compofe; 
He gladly confented, and fooo chey were, wed. 
And Chloe neVr diinkt of— the roft. 



SONG 7X2. 

T) ORJND A was youthful, and blooming as 
May, 

Would d«9ce, and would fiag, and wwld frolic, 

andplayi 
Yet fame how or other, it came fo to psui 
In fecrec (he often was heard cry Alas ! 

Her companions in vain did tho meaninf ex- 
plore, 
She promlsM, indeed, (he would do fo no more $ 
Yet-her ptomife was frail, and at brittle asglafs. 
For immediately'after ihe cry*d out Alas! 

Jo fecfet to fighy as old goffips dedsre, 
.. Is an jCYident figa of fome terrible care. 
And in time will deftroy e*en a form ftrong 

a^ hrafs} 
Yet Dorinda eontinu*d to figh out Alas I 

Her friends and. acquaintance conveyed the news 

round, 
^hac Dorinda was fick, but of what was not 

found J 
That certainly flefli was no more than the grafs, 
'And Dorinda would certaioly die of Alas ! 

Yoiiaf Damooy a ihepherd, that UtM in t^e 

place. 
Who by accident heard of her terrible cafe: 
. PoferminM to try if it might come to paft, 
And veotur*d himfelf for the cure of Alas ! 

-^t kifs her, he preft'd her, he vow'd and he 

figkM, 
And Ihortly prevaiPd oh her to be his bride : 
This circumftance only has alter*d the cafe> 
And Dorinda is CurM from fighing Alas! 



S O N O 713. 

3EF0RE I faw ClarindVs face 

My heart was blithe and gay. 
Free »» the wind, or feathered race 
T/iMC hop from Tpny to fpriy. 



But Anw dejeAed I s{>peai', 

CUrinda proves unkind, 
I fighing ^rop the filent tear, 

Bot no relief cart And. 

U plaintive notes my ule reheaifc, 
... When 1 the f^ir have found ; 
On ev'ry tree appears my terfc 
Thit to her pralfe refounds. 

Rut thr; ungrateful Hiuns my fij^ht. 
My faithful love difdains; 

My VOW& and teSrs her fcorn excite. 
Another happy reigns. 

Ah, TSyrfit, though my looks betray 

I envy your fuccefs ; 
Yet love to friendfhip ftall give way, 

I cannot wldi it left. 



SONG 714. 

SWEET Sally to fuffer ordains me. 

To langui/h, to figh and defpair; 
By her looks, 1 perceive ihe difdains me j 

So cruel (hfi is, tho* fo fair t 
What fate is as wretched as mine is. 

If S^iy my love does ncgle£i! 
And tho' in my eyes Ae divine is. 

Yet to gain her I ne'er can expcd* 

If from Sally a fmile I difcover. 

It foftens my prefrnt diibrefs^ 
Tho' I fear ihe i« loviog another. 

Yet fVill I'm in hopes of fuccefs: 
But when I reflet at my Icifure, 

I perceive my endeavours are vain; 
Forhow'can 1 gain that bleft pleafure 

The guds for themfelves do ordain. 

Was to me, then, my Sally but giv'n, 

Oh 1 what -would my pleafure deftroy ! 
For nothing on earth, nor in he'av'n. 

Could equal chat moment of joy: 
For fiace 1 have known the dear creature) 

This reafon I have for my fears; 
Sweet Sally's a goddcfs in feature, 

Tha' ihe but a woman appears. 



SONG 715. 

CUPID DKOWN'O* 

Y^ rofy-fac'd fons of the rich purple jui 

Attend to the carrot I now Aall prodi 

WhatCibjeA fo noble to chaunt o>r oar h* 

As that which we know will malte happ 

fouls. 

To make me in love, and appear like an a 
And kneel at the feetof each proud forwarc 
The goddefs of beauty had long ilrove in 
For love while Tve liquor ihall ne*ecrgti 
pain. 

At length quite enragM that a tnorUl lib 
Should laugh at her power and yet remain 
The urchin young Cupid (he bade ^uickl 
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1 left Olyoipos to oM England he came, 
myhauQUychofeadartyCookhisaioij 
e had ti me co purfue hi ) dcfigo» 
him headlong in a hogAead of wine« 

Wcre*fanend of chat troablefoneboyy 
jres of wiae^we may f'rccljr enjoy ; 
nnd tke g!pbe roll as tad as he will» 
and gia(j ihall keep up with him ftill. 



SONG 7x6. 

^rlttea by Mr. W— ll— s. 

LY nymph ! oh, ceafe to griere me j 
e to wound my tender heart ; 
Towns-^yoa may believe ] 
he caufe of all my Tmart. 

Sylvia, ta reward me ; 
oropaflion view your iwjiin } 
lelly difcard me ; 

eafe me of my pain. 

0, Sylvia, would you render 
lorer greatly bieft ; 
art accept the tender, 
Ott.*ll fee hit tortur*d breaft. 



xHy. 



SONG 717. 

NATAL CANTATA. 

Written by Mr. Ma vol. 
Rbcitativi. 

> night-^and Luna, *midft her glow- 
; train, 

play'd upon the azure main, 
;ranJer'd on the (hrliy (hore, 
t a gaie infpir'd the wavy roar; 
»ce feem'd her awful court to keep, 
I to partake oblivious flerp;— • 

before my fear-aftoniih'd eyes, 
rm of angel brightnefs rife t 
t joddefs of the briny fl?od, 
by a fpear, upright (he (lood : 
sr feet the nereads joy'd to play, 
s» as ihe advajic*d, to farm a way. 
najeftic, foon, and penfive fmile, 
lie Genius of Britannta't ifle : 
withawe, I preft*d the humble ground; 
It (he fpoke, in heav'nly breathing 
» 

DC leva the ftrains, and Ull the world 
d. 

Alt. 

ny font, to empire born^ 

iff defpondency and fear; 

'to make the treachVoui mourny 

i have drawn my briny. tear. 

I tl)e Britiib flag unfurl, 

dflTioo on proud Gallia horif 

lit With dre9d the dilUnt world. 



(Have I not feen your navy ri Je 
Triumphant o'er the boundlefs main, 
Confefs^d the cerrM- and the pride ' " 

Of all (hat cut tb«f liquid plain ? 
Again the Briti/h flag, &c. 

And will yon lefs exert your fway, . 

When glory calls, and ardent fame ! 
Say, can my foQt miftake the way, 

When rous'd by KeppePi honoar*d name ! 
Again the Brlti/h flag, tec, 

Tho* laoreird Hawke, and Briftol^ bear 

No enligni on the foaming tide^ 
Some valiant heroes fiilt prepare ' 

To fpread your awful thunder wide* 
Again the Briti/h flag. Sec. 

*Tis Heav*n that ordets Biitaio's race 

To check each vain afpiring foe ; 
To raife th*opprefs*d, with manly grace^ 

And foothe the wrinkled face of woe* 
Again the Briti^ flag, ice. 

Then hafte, O haf^e ! and bid your armt 

Their flaming terrors /bed afar; 
Harrafs each foe with fierce alarms, ' 

And give a loofc co crimfon war. 
Again the Britifli flag, &c. 

*Tis fell neceffity commands; 

Yoo iland upon the verge of fate t 
And future times will corfe the handa 

That for Britannia fought too late. 
Again the Britifli flag, Sec* 

Tho* peace, with olive-branches crown'd. 

Long hnver'd o^er this happy ifle, 
She finks.— the (inks— in tumults drown*d| 

And bids you thtnic of warlike toil. 
Again the Britifli flag, &c. 

For peace and war my fons are fit. 
In arts and arms they fltino the fame} 

And time will raife another Pitt, 
To add frefli ftwel to their flame. 
Again the Britifli f!ag, Sec, 

Know I he that io nis country's ctnfk 
ThMnfernat fword of treachery bravu» 

Tho' doom*d tn fate, fliall gain applaufc 

While Britain fees encircling waves« 

Again the Britifli flag. Sec* 

The fcalptnr*d monaotent fliail tell 
The martial pr<»wefs of his arm | 

And emblems pointing how be fell. 
Shall youth with emulation warm. 
Again the Britifli flag, Ac 

Rbcztatitk* 

She faid— 4he carliftg waves began M flow^ ^ 
To lal^he rockt,'4Bd whiten Into fnow;' 
Aroun^ker each Cerulean ^goddefs throngtf 
While vows for Britain breathed frum nuii*« 

rous tonguei. 
And fwift this order eche*4 round the fliore; 
Britannia rilt tkt ytwtx^ ^U ximft (^adWit «ii^ 
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Then nobly keep yoor charter f W*!!, 

Ye race to freedom dear ! 
The fiat of all- potent Heav*ii 

May well difpel your fear. 

Tho* ftftions fluke your empire wldCy 

By fmtal rigour (own j 
Yod ftill may ftem the adrerfe tide» 

And caU the world, your own. 

If prudence would diredl your powV» 
And teafoo fway the ilate $ 

Your Talour might the world fecure^ 
And yield to nought but fate. 



SONG 718. 

THB POKTRAIT. 

Written by Mr. LxMoiNt. 

^^ HILE others, on pleaTure*! foft bofom 
reclin*d, 

Seek raptVotts joys to obtain { 
Let me pidlore happineft far more refin'd^ 

Where beauty and innocence reign. 

My Laura*t the fpot where thole jewels anlte. 

In herevVy virtue's difplay'd; 
Peace, order, and harmony, ftrongjy inrtte 

All eyes to adore the fair maid* 

Th«* angelic beauties encircle her face} 
Tho* her eyes are the index of love ) 

Tho* her delicate features difplay ev'ry frace^ 
And her ihape would *n anchorite move t 

Tho* more than enchantment poflfedes her voice; 

Tho* her tongue foft perfuafion can b^ail^ 
Tho* her outward perfedions make nature 
rejoice, 

And pale envy confume to a ghofls 

Yet her mental attradions no pen can unfold. 
No tongue can her virtues difplay j 

Defcription, tho* glowing, feems lifelefs and 
cold. 
And fails her leaft worth to difplty. 

Good-humour eternally reigns o*er her mind, 
Whicli brightens the charms of her face; 

WhilfV wit, void of malice, by reafon refio*dt 
Snlivens each perfonal grace. 



SONG 719. 

VAklXTY. 

Written by Mr. R. Dawrx. 

gOULS who in gay circlet move. 

While from fcene to fcene ye rove. 
Seeking pleafure, k>ok-on me, r* -^ 

Source of blifs. Variety. 

Sec bright Phesbus, how he (hinet! 
Ko one fpot his beam confines } 
Xooad the world hh coorfbri fleet 
fictkiag dear Variety. 



Be the wretch with gold poffef!! 
Let the fotwith wme be bleft; 
Laureird let ambition be. 
Give me dear Variety. 

Wovid you lading p.'eafures taftp. 
Such as ne'er can cloy nor waftej 
From folly, car^, and difcord, freej 
Seek them in Variety. 

AJl ye powers of joy and mirth, 
Bring your choiceft treafures forth } 
Mufic, fongt and dance, arid ^lee. 
Blended with Variety. 

But when love demands the theme. 
Then I quite avert my fcheme; 
Nancy*s heart's enough for me, 
Tho* my name's Variety. 



SONG 720. 

J^ JNG the beU, and fill tke i.owl, 

Wine infpires the jovia! fong; 
Care ihali never dare controul, 

While liquor can dur mirth prolong. 

Com'*, ye youths, who figh and pine 

For fomc fiJIy fickle f-ir j 
Come, and drown in fparkling wine. 

All your folly, all your care. 

Ye wretches on whom fortune frowns. 

Whom duns and creditors befet. 
Good ftore of wine will troubles drown. 

Come driuk yourfrlvet quite out of debt. 
Ye huibAnds who ha*e fcolding wives. 

Come here, and leave the dfrews at home; 
With Comus lead more h«pr«y lives. 

Come, hai^e away, O! pr*ythce, come. 



SONG 721. 
\y HILST I am carotifing to chcar up my foal,. 
Oh * how I triumph to fee a full bowl ! 
This is the treafure. 
The only pleafure, 
The blefiing that makes me rejoice and fiof> 
• Thus while I am drinking. 
Free from doll thinking. 
Then I am greater than the greaicft king. 



SONG 722. 

]\J Y Sylvia is the blithcd lafs 
' That ever trod the downy graft. 
Or grac*d the rural plain -, 
Her modeft air, and gentle mien. 
More fweet, mare fair, than beauty *s queen. 
Are prais'd by ev*ry fwain. 

Her fparkling eyes, like diamonds bright) 
Each wijining charm docs thero unite 

With features fair and gay 5 
Her voice is fof^er than the thru0i, 
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ath exceeds the kalmy gales^ 
fragrance fweetent all the taleiy 
re fweets with (wetti combine } 
;ckt the rofrs far excel, 
rtues in her bofom dwell* 
lake her all diTine. 

fing mcrn I prefa^d the fair 

n to my fervent prayer, 

ay*r devoid ^f art « 

leaftnf fm>lea (be Toothed my paioa; 

Ivia, now, in trjnmph reignt 

goddefa of my heart. 



SONG 723. 

A HUNTING aONG. 

tZf rouze, jolly fportfmen, the hoanda 

are all out, 

Se chafe. is began, I declare; 
up too and horfe, let us follow the fout, 
nd Join in the chace of the hare. 

hark ! don't yto hear, they are now In 
the Tale ; 

be horn, how melodious It fovnds I 
ifs in a flight, how (he ftriTcs to preraily 
ad fly from the cry of the hounds! 

p to the hills and mountains /he fcales, 

hofe cops feem to join in the iky ; 

lunc in the air, like a kite in a gale, 

nd follow the hounds in full cry. 

ito the copfe, fhe for refuge there flies, 

^e kill her, *cis twenty the odds ; 

echo furrouada 'us with hooting and 

cries, 

^e Ceem to converfe with the gods. 

•edom with confcience ii never alarm'd, 
^e are Grangers to envy and (^rife ; 
bleft with a wife, wr return to her arms } 
K>rt fweetens the conjugal life. 
V8 paff iwty in a fcene of delight 
^hichklng^and theircourtiert ne'er tafle; 
furesof love we revel all night, 
ext moroing return to the chace. 



SONG 



7H- 



IN PaAISE OP WOMEN* 

I Uly, and the blofliing rofe, 
To many give deli|ht j* 
It a flow*r on earth that grows, 
I half fa bright a fight, 

As lovely women, 

Charnning women, 

Pleafin;, tf icing, 

Heavenly women. 

rhat makes cowards brave and bold> 
►r what gave poets birth ? 
at makea people Jond of gold, 
tr pleafiire dweiroo earth ? 

Aitiovefy womca, *c. 



When men are fore opprefs*d with grief» 

And roiim in fearch of peace { 
There's nought can give fuch fure relief. 

And make their torments ceafe. 

Such powV have women, Sgc* 

Then, fince the fair give fuch delight. 

Aloud rcfoond their praife $ 
For who can view the glorious fight. 

And not their voices raife, 

To lovely women, Sk. 



SONG 715, 

POETEa WILL} A CANTATA. 

Recitative. 

^S porter Will along St. PauFs did move, 
Deprefs*d with weighty \oad, but more by 

love, 
By chance the fair CeriflTa there he found. 
Crying her fine heart-cherries, round and found. 
Will, joyous, inftant pitch*d, th« ftraigkt 

carefs'd her. 
And leaning o*er the harrow, thus addrefsM her: 

AlE. 

Thy lips are cherries, fweeter far 
Than thofe which In the barrow are; 
With fuch a ftore of charms, *tis well 
You may have ftolen hearts to fell. 
Mine, dear Cerifl[j, too, you know, , 
You ftole it from me 4ong ago | 
And now I (loop to aflc of thee, ' 

To five it back, or marry me. 

Recitative. 

Cerifla archly leering a^ he fpake. 
While all the cherry bluflied on her check. 
The mellowefl fruit, unnoticed culPd apace. 
And fent like thunder at his doleful face; 
Then grafpM her barrow, trundled foft along, 
And lookiof round at Will^ triumphant fung. 

Aia. 

Shall I, poOefs'd of all thefe charaia, 
Sleep nightly in a parter^s arms ! 
M* ambitious foul detefls Aich fcum. 
And fight for conquefts yet to come. 
Fair youths my fovVeign power fiiail feal* 
Teu thoufand hearts 1 d^ily fteal, 
And beauteous nymphs AaII envious fee 
Crowned heads and dukes fubmit to mc 



SONG 726. 
JJ^ETURN'D, returned the fea|bn of delight ! 
Moft welcome to the long-dliaded fight 1 
The earth and iky, confpire to cMar the foul, 
A44 grateful joy falutes and crowns the whoU; 

Love calls, love calls, and Hymen letdt the 

«^«y 5 
The ruddy youth and maiden chalbt t^^ \ 
The fiken htni oi VioVf irnxw^^v^ \\^^ 
And hcaltV^f^ Ti\tt %^ilxsx^«^% Y^ot^tii** 



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Roll on, roll Qfi|. thou lively, oimble flood, 
Of wanton fpirits gay, and youthful blcnj j 
Th* impatient lover nc'ei ihi'l.lcnow remorfe^ 
If truth and Vonour guide'fiis rapid courfe. 

Strik^'tip/ ilfrik'e up, add raufic to the feaft, 
^here love^refidcf, and frieii^ihip is agueft i 
Subfervient mufic, fnenoihip, wi-,.and wine, 
To the bright pQyf'n of female face (iivine. 



SONG 



7Z7. 



N 



AN NY biuflies when I woo her. 
And, with kindly-chiding' eyesy 
Faintly fays I (hall undo her. 

Faintly, O forbear, /he cries ; 
Bat her breafts when 1 am pirHing, 

When to her*a my lips J join. 
Warmed, ike fe«;n>» to taftc the bleHing, 
And her kiHiss anfwer mine. 



« O N G 728. 
Wfiucii by E. y. 
T^EN high in power, tho* darlings of mankind, 
The ruial, calm deli($hts, but I'-idom find } 
By day and ni^t Co many ci^rei inM^ude, 
They rarely fliarc the fweets of folitqdcv 
And when they feem retired from grand a/Tairs, 
Their inward thougtits are feldoip free from 

cares : 
For being of fo high a fphere polTefaM, 
The^ are, at ouce, both envy*d and careA*d* 

But men of fortune, in a lower fphere, 
Pleafure, content, and peace, feienely (hare; 
No fawning fuitors on their rifing wait. 
No injured poor ftand mourning a: their gate, 
N« piercing fight nor blafted hopes are heard. 
No clofe defignfi to ruin chero aie fear*d ; 
Freed from the troubles that the great moleft, 
They.liTc in peace, and are the trul> bleft. 



SONG 719. 

tIK LANCELOT DU LAKE; 
AN OLD. BALLAD* 

Y^HEN Arthur firft in court began. 

And was approved king. 

By force of arms great vid^ories wan. 

And conqueft home did bring : 

Then into England ftraight he came 

WUh iifty gnod and able • 
Knights, that reforted unto hiin> 

And were of hit round-table : 

And he h^ j>iflt *nd turnamentt» 

'Whereto werjB many preft; 
WKer/eJA fome knighta did tbcm cxccl« 

Aiid far formount the reft. 

But one Sir Lancelot du Lakci 
Who was approved well, 
'r far Alt deeds 2nd feats of arms, 
l/y ochen did exctl. 



Whrn he had refted him awbil«r 

In play, and game, and fportt . 
He faid he would go prove himfelf .. 

In fame adventVous fort. ' 
He armed rode in fore ft wide^ 

And met a damfel fair. 
Who told him of adventures great, 

Wherero he gave good ear. 

Such would I find, quoth Lancelot; 

For that caufe came I hither. . ■ 
Thou feemft, quoth /he, a kaight full good^. 

And I will bring .Lhe« thither. 

Whereas a mijjhty knight doth dwell. 

That now is of great fame; 
Therefore tell me what wight thou art. 

And what may be thy name. 

My name is Lancelot du Lake. . 

Quoth ihcy It likes me then ; 
Here dwrllt a knight who never wat 

Yet match'd with any man ; 

Who has in priCon thrcefcore knights 

And four, that he did woucd : 
Knights of King Arthur's court they be» 

Anc of his table round. 

She brought him to a river fida^ 

And alfo to a tree ; 
Whereon a copper bafon hung. 

And many (hields to fee. 

He ftruck fo hard, the bafon broke $ 

And Tarquin foon he fpy*d : 
Who drove a horfc before him faft» 

Whereon a knight lay ty*d. 

Sir Knight, then faid Sir Lancelot, 
Bring me that horfe-load hither; 

And lay him down, and let him re(( ; 
we'll try our force together i 

For, as I onderiland, tkou haft. 

So far as thou art able, ' 

Done great defpite and (hame unto 

The knights of the round-table, 1 

If thou be of the table round» 

Quoth Tarquin fpeedi ly, 
Both thee and all thy fellowihip 

I utterly defy. 

That's over much, quoth Lancelot; 

Defend thee by «nfl by. 
They fct their fpcars unto their fieedt« 

And each at other fly. 

They couch'd their fpeart, -(their horftt ran 
As though there had been thunder) 

And ftruck them each amidft their ihields» 
Wherewith they broke in funder. 

Their horfes backs brake under thera, 
; The knights were both aftound : 
To avoid their horfes they made hafte. 
And light upon the ground. 

They took them to their fliiclds full Mt 

Their fwords they d«ew out then, 
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inded w^re, and bJed full (ore, 
ith they both ati (land ; 
ng on their fw^rds awhile, 
r^r^in, Hold thy hand, 

;o me what I (hall aflc. 

quoth Lancelot, iho'. 

quoth TarqutDy Unc beft kaight 
^crlltnow": 

I knight, that I did bate j 
thou be not he, 
ver all the irft, 
e accord with ihee. 

ell faid, quoth Lancelot ; 
:e ft muft be fo, 
ght h that thou hatefl thus j 
hee CO me ihow ? 

is Lancelot du Lake, 

my brother dear ; 
ped of all the reftj 

I had him here ! 

thou hail, but yet unknown, 
incelot da Lake, 
ht of Arthur's table rouod } 
aud s Ton of Schuwake j 

ire thet do thy worft. 
, quoth Tat^uis the', 
two ihall end our lives 
:hat we do go. 

■ Lancelot du Lake, 
elcome flialt thou be ) 
! fee thou thyieif defend^ 
f defy 1 thee. 

tied then together To, 

to wild boart wflilng, 

their fwQrda and ihieldi they ran 

another flaihing : 

id befprinkJed was with blood j' 
begsn to yield ; 
c back for wearinefs, 
r did bear hit ihield. 

Sir Lancelot efpy'd, 
t u^on him then, 
fiim down upon his kn^^ 
hing off his helm, 

he flruck his neck in two ; 
hen he had fo done, 
m thrceicore knighu afld four 
d fvery one. 



SONG 730. , 

jvious old Age age Teems in part to 

pari me,^ 

tes me the fport of the wanton and 

(ball recruit, as life's winter Aall 
/.fl»e, 
iil Iiave a heart to- do what Ittay. 

us, be(l6w me foroedamfe] of beauty,* 
Sftfi /bill leGdruC2 chenQtih^ glafi j 



To ^elfna the Great they ffiall both ]pay their 

duty, 
Wc'il-firll^ clafp the bottlfc) and theli claiTp 
the lafs ; 

The bottle and lafs, 
• The lafs and the bottle; . 
We'll (irft clafp the bottle, aad then clafp 
I he lafs. 



SONG ^3t; 

pLUTiyS, vain Is all your vaantfA|," 

Wit wuft life With bHftfuppiyj 
Go^d, afasl* Ihould wit be wanting. 

Would not find a joy to btf^.- 
Wit, alone, creates the ble/firnj^ 

Which exchang*d for gold you ihafe| 
Sterling gold^ alone, poflefBng, 

What has man but gloom and care? 

Wit, of ev'ry art deviferj 

EvVy paffion can contrpul; 
Cati to pity move the mrfer. 

Can v*ith mirth dilate the foul. 
Cjold itfelf, on wit depending. 

Thence derives it's utihoft power j 
Folly afi profufely fpending. 

Folly hoarding all, is poor. 



SONG 



75»- 



V^H! LE on my Colin*s kaie 1 fit,.. 

Lur'd by thy vpicr, charmM with thy wit. 
My panting heart true meafure beats, 
An<3 gUaly evVy li|;h repeats: 
I Jigh with joy, thut thou may'fl fee 
1 fjmpathize in all with thee. 

No matter how the ice was brokci 
Or wheAer you or I firiM^okej 
Who only barter love for love, 
The nlccncfs of the pa5ion prove) 
For oft ingratitude we g(ve, 
Aud fomecimes gen'roufly receive. 

Leveird by love, let neither try, 
Tw fix fupefiority; 
Since all the kind, the fond conteft. 
Of whether you or I love befl. 
Like fieedlefs touching a wrong k^y^ 
But jaid the founJ of hatmonyk 



SONG 



733* 



yHE month of September 

I well (hall rsmember. 
On account of the flames and the fire^ 
With which Ju!iet the ifUn, 
■ Fu!l of irolic and fun, 
Sioge-d the heart of the ate'rous friar. 

The force of her kifTes, 

And melting caredes, 
ril with plcafure-and cxtafy own J 

For moft certain It is, 

That one \aa\TO'j Va1\. 
Ffom \\cr X\^\^ YfQ\A^ ^iCC\M^tv ^^ti\A. 



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Tben be filent, ye f5olt, 
MThd by mniky dull rules, 
Pretend your fierce pailions to time 

For without the bleft aid 
X Of a kind-hearted maid. 
Life is nothing but forrow and pain. 



SONG 734. 

CHSVAQX DS PRXZX CA?8. 

}(J O longer let war be ofarp*d by the men» 
Nor let them campaign it agniq and again} 

For the ladies have robb*d em, and now^ when 
they pleafe, < ' . 

Can fight with their wcaponsi the Che? auz de 
Fhse. 

No longer it*s needful to follow commanders. 
To America, Germany, France, or to Flanders $ 
Walk but the Mall, and each nymph that one 

fees. 
Can teach ut the ufe of the ChcTaux de Friee. 

By the maxim of armies, indeed, we muft own, 
They\e been hitherto us'd as defenfive alone ; 
But the ladies, not govern'd by maxims like 

thefe, 
Both atuck and defend with their Chevaux de 

Frise. 

Befides, in the field, it muft not be forgot, 
Thefe warlike machines were fixM on the fpot ; 
But the Udics (fo little their pradice agrees) 
All carry about them their Chevaux de Frise. 

Thus fiitally arm*d at all points to annoy; 
Before, or behind, on each fide they deftroy s 
No fa/e-guard in diftancej they kill us with 

eafe. 
If wi dare but to look at their Chevaux de Frlze. 



SONG 735. 

A jiVNTXMG CANTATA. 

Stmg at Martbonx, 

RXCITATIVX. 

^WA K'D by the horn, like the fpriog, dcckt 

in green. 
Betimes in the toioming the hunters are feen } 
With jo]^ on each brow they enliven the place. 
And impatiently wait to join in the chace. 

Alt. 

From his dofe coVerC roused, the (Ug fwiftly 
fliest 

As the arrow that*t fliot from the bow{ 
0>r rivers and mountains all danger defies. 

And fears nothing but man, his word foe. 

RXCITATIVX. 

Now they trace him thro* the copfe. 
Panting, fttoggling— fee! he drops: 
ffMfk f rode chnaooT9 rend the fities> 
llC6//e tke dappted fi€tim diet. ^ 



A G A Z I N E. 

Aia. 

Thos Britain*s fons, in Harry*s reigUf 

Purlu'd the trembling Gaul, 
Thro* ftreams of biood, o'er hills of flsiii» 

And trtumphM a: his fall. 

Chorus. 

Now hoftile foes alarm} arm,' arm, BiHanniit 
arm. 

RXCITATIVX. 

Then away to the field, *cis great George gifei 

the w^rd. 
Quit the horn for the trumpet, the whip fsr 

the fword ; 
Like our valiant fore-fathers, ilcm death let 

us face. 
And be glorious in war as we are in the chacc* 



SONG 736. 

THK AGXD LOVER KENOUNCXTn LeVX } 

AW OLD BALLAD. 

» 

{ Lothe that I did love. 

In youth that I thought fweet. 
As time requires j for my behove 
Me thinks they are not raeet4 

My lufts they do me letve, ' 

My fancies all are'fiedj' 
And traA of time begiai to weave 

Grey hairs upon my head. 

For age with ftealihg ftepi, . ' 
Hath claw*d me with his crutch. 

And lufty youth away he leaps. 
As there had been none fucfa. 

My mufe doth not delight 

Me, as file did before ; 
My hand and pen are not in plight. 

As they hive been of yore* 

For reafon me denies 

All youthly idle rime; 
And day by day to me (he cries. 

Leave off thfefe toys in time. 

The wrtnjdes in my brow. 

The furrows in my face. 
Say, Limping age will lod^e him now, 

Whete y6utfa muft give him place. 

The harbinger of death. 

To me I fee him ridej 
The cough, the cold, the gafping breatbs 

Doth bid me to provide 

A pikeaxe and a fpade, 

And eke a fluouding fiieet, 
A hoofe of clay for to be made 

For fuch a gueft moft meet. 

Methinks I hear the clerk. 

That knolls the careful knell. 
And bids me leave my weary work. 

Ere nature me compel. 

My keepere knit the knot, 
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rhat fhali be clean forgot, 
tiaJ ne'er been born* 

i)(l I youth give up, 
e badge I long did wean 
I 1 yield ihe wanton cup^ 
better may it bear. 

the bared ficuU; 
\ofe bald fign 1 know» 
oping age away (hall pull 
youthful years did fow* 

tty with her band, 
crooked cares had wroughti 
>pM me into the land 
whence I firft was brought. 

that bide behind^ 
ye none other iruft ? 
* clay wei« caft by kind, 
111 ye turn to dult. 



SONG 737. 

S, thou rofy dimpled hoy, 
ce of every heait-felt joy ) 
kc blifsful bow*iS awhile^ 
and the Cyprian lAej 
itain*a rocky (hore, 

too, thy ):ow'r adore; 

hardy, bold and free, 
V laws, v>d yield to thee; 
•f ev*ry heart- felt joy t 
thou rofy dimpled boy. 

Sylvia, hafte away, 
hiae and Hymen's day) 
thy foft bandage wear, 
for love's rites prepare i 
nymphs, with many a flowV^ 
e facred nuptial bowVi 

lead the lovely fair, 

kymen, too, be there? 
ihine and Hymen*s day j 

Sylvia, hafie away. 

lile we love we live, 
•ne can plealure give) 
and pomp, and.tinfel ftate^ 
;eants of the great ; 

and fceptres, envy*d things, 
! pride of Eaftero kings, 

cbildiib, empty toys, 
omparM to love s fweet joys, 
me can pleifure give; 
&ile we love we live. 



SONG 738. 

A SCOTC H 1 ALL AD. 
Sung atVAUZHALL. 

m the pieafant banks of Tweed,' 
ing Jockey won my heart ; 
ra*d fo fweet his oaten reed> 
: fang with fo mvch art: 
s (kilfol tale, 

■ WMSpffVMfl 



To make me fondly lore him $ 
. But now he hies, 

Nor hears my cries, 
I wou*d I ne*er had feen nim. 

When firft we met, the bonny fwaiii 

Of nought but love could fay : 
Oh ! give (hecry'd) my heart again* 
Yourt ftole my heart away; 
Or elfe incline. 
To give me thine. 
And ril together join 'em: 
My faithful heart 
Will never pai-t. 
Ah ! why did I believe him ! 

Not now my fi'ghtftil face he knowsy 

His foon-forgottPii dear; 
To a wealfhier lafs.o'eijoy*d hegoet^ 
^ To breathe his fal (hood there ; 
Mil*akcM Kitei 
Thr fwain*s a cheat. 
Not for a moment truft hiiii : 
Fo*- ihining gold, 
He\ bought .»nd fold, 
I wou'd 1 had not feen him. 



SONG 739. 

A HUNTING SONG. 

Sung at VAUxHA'tt. 
'J'O chace o'er the plain the fox or theiiaft| 

Such pleafute no fport car e>r bring) 
it baniihes forrowj and drives away care. 
And makes us more bleft than a king s 
Whenever we hear the found of the horii» 

Our hearts are tranfported with jey i 
We rife and embrace, with the earlieft dawn^ 
A paftime that never can cloy. * 

0*er furrows and hilis our gaihe we purfue^ 

No danger our breaft can invade ; 
The hounds in full cry our joys will renew* 

Arid increafe the pleafures difplay*d; 
The freedom our confbience never alarms* 

We live free from enfy and ftrifej 
If bleft with a fpoafe return to her aniis* 

Sports, fWeetnefs, and conjugal life. 

The conrder wile tolls o*er matters of ftste^ 

Can ne'er fnch a bappinefs know ; 
The grandeur and pomp enjoy *d by the greats 

Can ne'er fuch a comfort beftow : 
Our days pafs away in fcenes of delight, 

Otfr pleafure's ne'er taken amift: 
We hunt all the day, and revel all night) 

What joy cafi be greater than this? 



SONG 740. 

^BXTANN(A) A CANTATA. 
RtCITATlVl. 

\^H£N difcord ceas'd, and bloody broilf n« 

more 
In wxr deftrudive fhookthis happy Aore) 
When carnage ceas'd, and death refus'd ta 
ftain 

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Britannia ro(e, and with • prtc<rft»l fmffe* 
In gentle accents, tbai a<idrelk*d her iHt, 

Air. 

Ye Brlt^ni, whf nation but £ng!«rod can ling, 

In freedom Wc rlie cyVy day i 
In freedoih we deep, and 4rr bletl ^hli^kjiig 

*Ti3 a pleilure in all td ob«y : 

Then, my children, ehcirufe 

The fweet bleffings ©f peace^ 
Let trumpets in melody join i 

While truth /hall proclai'nfi 

George's virtpes and fdtne. 
Which on record tor ever wiU'nMne. 

'Kecitative. 

The fouird femphrc reached the royal easy . 
And gazing crowds the heav'aly «Kce<iU hear} 
Keviying joy returns in ev*ry hreaft. 
War difappear^d, and peace the 1ei«%dom bleftj 
The happy ifl^ no greater Mefing freks. 
The montrch riOes, and thos nofaty fpcftkit 

Aii. 

Britflnniff, be affur*d, I pride to fee 
Klyfclf the monarcT) of a people free ; 
Rappy to goTdm Ver this bfiliful ifle. 
Where bleffings on my fubjeds ever fmiief * 
As long as I the royal iTceptre bear, 
My country's godd Aaftl be iily V**^^^ c^are; 
ftay peace continue, rmr my people fcntfw 
The cafiaal f;riefs which from Bdlo^a flow ; 
Firm to Britannia's caufe my arms 4hall fleep, 
As long as England's foes their treaties keep) 
But if my lion is induced to roar, 
Deftrvdion hovers round the Gallic fliore. 



SONG 741. 

Sang in Aipkid. 

AS calms fucceed when ftorms aie pafl!^ 

And (fill the raging main f 
So love will have it*s.hour at lal(, 
And borrow fweets from pain. 

No more 1*11 fhun tile face of day. 
Within thafe ihadet ta onouf n ^ 

All joys with Alfred Acd mmy^ 
A\i meet in his returi). 



S O N O 742. 

Sung at VXvxii-/^L&. 

'Y'PUNO Strephon, the artlei«« the datt- 

'feroutfvrain, 
My love and cfteem has atttiUpred to gain ; 
With t|i/»-rame wicked aits he f«afthadMfctray*d, 
He thought to (educe ont more innocent maid : 
Bntattpri7*dof his pow*r, of my weaknefs aware, 
l fanAed his fclrcme, and avoided the fnare ; 
For virtue 1 love, and was taught in my dawn. 
When I gathered the rofe, to beware of the thora. 

Uh tfTB I neglfAed, his oaths I defpis^d, 
Forhh heart by thpk t€%nt, bj thoit Otiihl ^ 



What prgf-ntf he hrou^'hc me I chofr toitline, 
(The prodi|i4l bgunty of art and o'Tfiirn*.) 
He coaxd An\ l»e Huf'd, biit rtittcrM in ♦i>»»» 
And I'r.idlisVi C4ch art oh my weaknrfs tO]{4 1'j 
l^oucl^•d by pronrncr, 1 I*u5h*d him lofccn, 
TIjo' I fancy 'd the role, yet 1 dreaded the ihorn. 

Hewantonlybo«<**d wK:tt rymph* he had won, 
What ciHM'bii% nenut-et f»is arts had undone j 
He iwcrc thai his fa th A.iuld iJiviolare !»?, 
That his he iri and thule fAir-oaes were vidims 

to mc! 
f told him thofe vi^ims and faith Td dcfpiiV, 
And from fa:h exampirs would learn ttibeviife; 
That 1 ncT-r would proAituie virtue tofcurn, 
Qt fmcJl at the rofc to be hurt by tlie th«fn. 

Was the pei/orM Wtrayer afltatnM ofWijUiilff 
Was his paiTwn on virtue, not waotonivfs, iHiiUr 
Was hift heart as Ancere as his oaths are-prof(ne» 
I could ?ancy (I i»wn, I could fancy) the f»*i! 
•But experience h^s taught fl»e 'tis dang'rooito 

truft, 
And fullv to th'flic he can cv^r he jfoft t 
So I'll ftiflemy fltmc, and rejed him with fcoraj 
Lefl I grafp atthe rofe, and be hurt by the thorn* 



SONG 



743* 



Sung at SA0i^a*s W111.K 

QOOD mother, if you pleafe, you may 

Place others to obfcrvc my wayj 
Or be yourfelf the Watrhftjl fpy, 
And keep me erer in your c^•e: 
Unlefs the will Itfelf reflrain. 
The cafe of orhers is in vain ; 
And if myfelf I do not keep, 
Inftead of watching, you may (7eep. 

When you f >rbid what love In^lres, 
Forbidding, y»u but l^n it** fircsj 
R-ftraint does appetite enriigc. 
And yi>»»th may prove too ft»o«g for age r 
Then leave mc unconfin'd and tree, 
With prudence fur my lock and 'key ) 
For rf myfelf 1 do not keep, 
Inftcad of watching, all may {leep. 



SONG 744. 

[^ETIR*D from the crowd. In a catmi 

64ent(fH»t, 
Palhs, Freedom^ Af^raaa, together were got. 
From the noife o( the boilierbus goda far re- 

mc»v*dy 
To relate why the people tbey*d left thej 

on«e Ibv^d. 

Sage Pallas obferv*drthatthew}flvofhet h^atr 
Was to make th^m tuperiorin arms and in aft: 
That, thro%Piu,'flic advis*d them to do wbal 

was right ; 
B^t Viet v' A^» (Vk^ W Coc«k'4\ tiiey hi4 iteatf^ 



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>m next faid, On that long favoured 

aght to have fcttlei, till tine wai 

'rlk«, they refused to fubn^it to my 

I, I flcdy With each blifs In my train. 

ice decl;vr*4, while they pra^it'd 

univerle rouqd Gic fupported their 

» 

naoty Oie lA^'h had {tft the^n with 

oarite Pratt had advit*d tlicmin vain. 

(tho* (»^, yet maj^aic,) tppf^r'4, 
crfondrui;fjrherchi!drenyr^ferr*d; 
y dfari]i>rrs ! oh would you return ! 
ley^d ri jc<Si youj no longer iM mourn ! 

lyt ftero Juftice ; your pray'f comes 

tei 

nm'd hy Jove, and enrolled by fate, 

ncVr rauH return, (fo 'tU weak to 

e) 

I, or your fon;, cb^riHi •• and •J. 

— f 



SONG 745. 



LLAO rot THX YIAR 



1758, 



rear all the cry 

that t.ixes ran high, 

evco^c funk t>y foul play^ 

ir dcecs weie defeated, 

n'e& U!-treated, 

aerce ^uiic gone co decay. 

ahoA we had Inlf, 

r flftcts on the C'»aft \ 

Mil dare not attiir>c; 

icy went with a jhow 

rriole biuw, 

i*d mQft inglortouily back. 

Tcoorge of our foef, 
then aroff, 
M of Jiberty** caufe j 
ion then fled, 
lid vice fliew ber bead, 
was guarded by laws. 

impct of fame, 

funded the name 

i to Galiia he p«fty 

i her pre () are 

ixion to he^r 

dulwarks 4i^Id ftake at ifufi l^t^, 

uni*4 be in vaiA| 

nee or.cr again 

i>rce of a maritime pow*r; 

hearti were enr>ploy*d, 

Ar.en|»rh wai de/Jrny'd, 

oif^uclh werf u!k*d of no marc. 



B Tcawcn went forth, 

And far in the north 
Spread the gloria of llrilai«'» fair ifles 

014 l^eptune ^nd Mars 

Grant (ucccff to ihr tars, 
And tl)e he^Veni prppitiouily fmile* 

Cape Breton*t our own, 

Frofitepac i« o*ertl\rown. 
And Senegal glorioufly ««on; 

Comqierce lendf lis it's aid. 

Arid now flourifhes trade, 
Whilft that of our' foes is undone. 

No more we CMnpIain 

We are flaves, to maintain 
Troops ufekfi, and (hips unemployM j 

Heart and hand we combine, 

'\/yith oar leaders to join, 
TJllour enemies all are detfroy'd. 

May our forces abroad, ' 

Still continue a rod. 
To rcourge*lawle& ambition tnd pridf ; 

And may patriot ^^4!, 

For our touiitrv'j vri;al, 
At home in our cOuAcilp prf£(|c. 

Then let each honeft heart. 

Before we depait, 
Fill a glafs to the toad I propofe j 

May the Afty and nine, 

With the laft year spmhis^Ct 
To humble the ^rlde or' our foes. 



SONG 746. 

Q A N the f^epherds and nymphs of the grove 

Condemn me for dropping a tear j 
Or lamenting aloud as 1 rove. 
Since Su fan 119 logger i« ijere? 

My flocks, if at random they ftray, 

What'wondcr, (Ince fiie^b from the p1a!B?~* 

Her h.uid they were gront \q q^^y* 

She ruPd bothi the iheep and the fwaJn. 



SONG 747. 

Sune at Maktboki. 

"^^ELL, if I continue but in the f^t mini 

Jhere's ^;pt^pg fo fliocking I^ all tfie ^a}e 

That h44 »y ^hoq|;hts ^i{i^r*d the bcft- 



The oyi^pbt>ouId perfu«jic, Mid t»lk till tkcy 
vex, 

Loire*s ]urf to catch yoo^h in the prioi^s 
Why \f o^e ijouil like ihc oppofice (f^^' ' 

1 thii^ (cTenteen the right time. 

They tell it as flrange, I Aould be ^o anooyM 
A t men who were meant for our good j 

But what's in one's nature we cannot avoid, 
I'd he in ^(Jbe ipode if | cou*4. 

The iKef\>CTd| a\\ ^o^v^tt ^^v^x. ^t^T¥^^<^\%<^v 
If fcen o*ei xYit ^\^u «k%\ i^«»\ 
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Why ftill let them wonder at diftance, fay 1, 
The mtsk ihouU be always kept C9. 

young Colin declares my averfion't a joke, 
And thinks in my h^art to fucceed j 

forwomany he fays, never thought at ihe fpokei 
Ht\ mighty obi.-ging, indeed I 

He caught mejufr now, and it came in his bead. 
To kifs me, but (rota him i toie; 

Yet really beliere^ had he done ai he fatd. 
He could npt have fri($hcen d me more. 

J hope th%c fuch freedoms heMlne^er again ufe* 

My fix'd refoluiion to try ; 
for oh ! I ani cerUii* 1 (hall not refui'e— 

I mean, chat I fliail not ccMnpIy. 



SONG 748. 

p I^ A Y don't (lecp or think, 
' But give Hi fomc drink, ' 
For *faith I*m moft plaguily dry; 

Wine chears up the fouJ, 

Then fill \ip the bawl, 
For ere long you all know we muft die* 

Yefterday's gone, 

This day is our own, 
To-morr*w we never may Tee^ 

Thought caufes us fmart. 

And eats up the heart, ' 
Then let ut be jovial aad free* 

The world js a cheat, 

">yith a face counterfeit, 
Aod freedom and mirth difcommendi} 
- Butf here we may quaff. 

Speak our thoughts, fing, andUugh, 
For ail here are mafons and friends. 



SONG 749. 

IN PKAISK or rOLLT« 

Written at Bath, by Mr. Mavoi. 

RlCITATIVl. 

1^ O M Ei Folly ! thou goddeft whom mortals 
^ adore, 

p let none in vain your afliftance |mp)ore : 
I*m no courtier^ yet look with a'fmile of sp- 

plaufei 
For, belieVe me, Vm ready to honour your caufe. 

Tho* under your banners great kings you may 

boaa, . . * • 

And ftatefmen in endlefs abfurditiei toft ; 
% defy them to (hew rnore affeftlon than f. 
Were my fphere but' enlarged— to permh me 

to fly. 

AiK* 

y n» youth thnt itghs, and waftes his prime 

Ja courtlhipf lovCf aod trouble, 
BeniMth thy fUadMrd fpendt his times 
^ And CMtcbu «t tbj bobble. 



If Chioe frown, behold defpair 

Surrounds his fteps, and u'tnts the air) 

But if (he fmile with fi^iou^ leer. 
He quick becomes thy charioteer. 

Thus, whether merry, whether fad, 

He rides upon thy airy pad ; 
Whether grave, or melancKoty, 

Still he's ihiue, enchanting Folly. 

Recitative. 

Thou confVant atrendapt on wealth and onftatc 
On the vain and the proud, the arob'fiousjod 

great ! 
At thy ftiriie »<vhtt a number of fuppliauts ftaul, 
Turn*d this way, aod that, at the word of com- 
mand ! 

Air. 

*Tis to thee, O Folly dear. 

We owe chat wealth is fpread } 

Thy arts e*en mifers can engage 
Thy AowVy paths to tread. 

WouM fplendid Bath's luxurious feats 

Exlft, devoid of thee ? 
Ah, no! her fprings mi^iht ftill bathe hoj*! 

And Dawfon lofe his fee. 

Placed on the pinnacle of (^ate. 
Thy favV^tf i choj canff faVe; 

Canft aiter the decrees of fate. 
And bid the Gaul be brave. 

Recitative. 

Thou, O thou moft lafting of all human thlntti 
Who ftill canft befriend us, tho' riches hate 

wings! 
Tho' resfo'n forfak'e us, and honours decay! 
Let thy votaries ne'er h4rhour a doiibt of tby 

ftay. 



SONG 750. 

"^HERE llyill I (eek my favVite maid^ 

In valley, mead, or grove f 
Or tell me, does tl>e myrtle ihade 
Inclofe tne fair 1 lofeT 

Or does (he feek the fliady bower. 

Or haunt the filent glade. 
Where (he has oft, at evening hourn 

With love and Qamon ftray'd ? 

Or does (ht doubt ray ardent love. 

And feek fome other fwain^ 
And leave her bleating fl-xic to rote, 

Negle^ed, o*er the plain ? 

But oh ! forbear, my panting breaft, 

Forbear thefevain alarms} 
For feel : the fair-one deigns to reft 

In fleep*s fof^, folding arms. 

Be \\ufti*d iLwV\\e> ^t vivxVxtci, ^w^ 
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ye limpid ftreatns, retire, 
ke the ileepin2 ^•«>r. 

ets, that on yonier mound 
•aute^u* linti difclofey 
f>ur fr 4franc'te8 around^ 
eten her repofe. 

t dreams, by fancy inade» 
• engage the fWr j 
ich pleafiug ficne difplay^d 
ipate her care. 

in CO make the paffioo known 
ayes in my breaft) 
king, (he her love may own, 
ake her Damon blers*>i. 



SONG 751. 

COIYDON. 

femorj of Sprang IK Bakkt, £fq. 
Comedian. 

Wtitttn by Mr. Hawkins. 

I Barry*! fofc accents are now heard 

3 more, 

s that ardor*d them for him will deplore; 

;win(hefing,for,yegods,howitlpread! 

rels the mufes e*er crowned his head* 

auties Ke lhew*d os in each tragic part, 
kutiet as melted and pierc'd the cold 

^; 

f and graceful the flage he woyld tread ; 
iy ihould not laurels be pUc*d on his 
J. 

ly, too, how he charmed in each fcene ! 
ig his manners, fo fweet was his mien j 
'e no difpraiTes he e*er had to dready 
mrels of nonour furrounded his head. 

ep, all ye Nine, for your favourite fwain, 
in a cSor'jS <;f fome f'lemn ftrain; 
from this worlJ the de.irCaiyHn!:'s fled, 
i)t the laurels ye plac'd on his head. 



SONG 752. 

I Salvia, hear thy faithful Twain, 
id eafe his tortured brrali^ 
r an artlefs youth complain, 
tt his heart to reft ! 

rtue which illumes thy mind, 
fenfe devoid of art ; 
rMcence with fweetnefs joined, 
(captivate his heart. 

ear invader of my breaft, 
long mull 1 repine ! 
>g with grief be fore opprefs'd, 
can call thee mine ! 

Co hear the vows I fwear, 
all my fears remove ^ 
me, thfa, from /ad defput, 
leA me with thy lore. 



The northern winds fhall ceafe to blow. 
And dark fhiU be the ikies{ 

The purling dreams ihill ceafe to flow. 
And Sol fur|,'et to rife ; 

No more the meads fhall gay appear. 
Nor ikephcrds grace the grove ^ 

If e'er my vov»s prove inHncere, 
Or I forfiike my love. 



SONG 753. 

THE HAPPY MILKMAN* 

Written by Mr. Hawkins. 

^ S Joe with his pails went a milking one 

murn. 
Young Sally he faw fitting under a thorn: 
Amax'd at her beauty, her flaapc, and her mien. 
He vow'd (he was lovely, and thought her a 
queen. 

Thus faying, he haften*d up clofe to the maid ; 
Then laid down his yoke, and intreaced her aid: 
So fweetly he prefsM her, fo fweet play*d his part. 
That, would you fuppofe it ? he won her fond 
heart. 

At firft ihe look'd modeft, and feem'd to refift. 
And cry*d, Do not teise me ; I will not bekift^d*^ 
But he his perfuafiont fo fweely apply*d. 
She kindly coafented (he would be his bride* 

Then ftraight to the charch they both tripC it 

fo free, 
Where they were united by Hymen*! decree} 
And now are as chearfui as birds on the fpray: 
No monarch*! more bleft, nor fo happy as they. 



SONG 754. 

Written by Mr. R. Dawbk. 

J^ H Y flceps my foul ! My love, arife! 

Heav*n now wakes with all it's eyes | 
All nature's up to gaze on you. 
Her fole delight and glory too : 
Awjice (0 hear thy lover & lay ; 
Aiife, my fair, and come away. 

The filenc moon iull-orb'd now reigns, 
And filvrr fliews the lull's and pSains, 
That fragrant )icij their licii perfume ^ 
Cnnfpiring, all invite to come; 
Then why, my love, ih this delay ! 
Arife, my fair, and come away. 

The flowers fend forth che]r fhoiceft fweettf 
No fun difturbs with fultry heats j 
Thefe, alone, are hours to prove 
All the joys of peace and love. 
No longer, then, my bli fs delay; 
But rife^ my fair, and come away. 

For, N ^XiV| , NsVien x\vo>x vtv. tiox iv«vt « 
In ^raitt do tW itktfc l^^tu M^** \ 



1^8 VOCAL 

Ko pow*rful charms can th»v \mpirtf 
To pleafe the fenfe, ore.'.f- roy hearts 
In pity, then, no longer ftay ; 
BulriCc^ my fa^r, ami come away. 



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And a flame, w'.thoat fortiULs's nch pfu M 

\t\ ijce, 
The ^.:ue ones will fcorn, an<i a mother moft 

chide. 



SONG 755. 
Written by Mr, Lkmoiki. 

Where bcndn:g willows k:U the tidej 
Yoonp Cbloe fat, w^ith head reciin'd. 
On flowery bank, opprefs'a in mind. 

Her bofom heav'd with throhhing figha, 
The tears ran trickVin^ from hrreyesj 
Hrr face rtfledcd with de<pair, 
And ev'ry groan re-echo'd care. 

Till fTief at l«ft gave fuch a ftroke, 
licT cye-lid» clot'i^ her hearr-itrings broke. 
Yetf ere fbe dy'd, ia falemn t«Ae, 
She fpoke tkefe woids without a gr^an: 

Fsrewel, ye meads j farewcl, ye bow*rs; 
Tranflocid ftrcarr.-*, and fragnMitflow'rt: 
Colin and earchK joys adieu, 
Ko longer 1 can Hay with you. 



BONG 75*« 

'^ITHOUTthinkJngon*t,Igaik'dThyras's 
heart, 

As one evening we danc*d on the lee; 
Without thinking on*{, the yooth^oki kis i^urt, 

Alas! made a conqiclt of mc. 

Then, Cuprd, take care of this licklijli ?ffjir. 
Nor leave poo* Paftora in thrall j 

%9fk the Twain ihould forget, and break off as 
we met. 
Without thinking of it at all. 



SONG 757. 
Sung at Vauxhall. 

?'J'IS a twrlvf month agO| nay pcrba|ii tkf y 

are twain, 
Since Thyrfis negle Aed the nympha of the plain, 
And w»>uld tempt me to walk the gay meadows 
' along, 
To hear « ioft tale, or to jSrg hks a foag. 

What at firft waa but frieofdihi^ Ssmn grew <q 

a fiamei 
!• sny b( art it waa love, in (he youth^a *cwas 

the fame : 
]fvom each otner we fofngbt not oor paifioa to 

hide, 
But who Iboisld love mofi was our contcft and 

|>ride. 



Afraid of rebuke, he hi< vifits foibore, 
And %ve I romis'u to think of C4fih otter oft 

more, 
Bui to tarry vUh patience a feaf'jn more kjnoj 
So I put thodcar Oiepherd quite out of my mini, 

Bur love breaks the frnc^s I v airly ^ ad rrad;, 
Grows *»4f to aM confurt, u^ will be repaii} 
If we fi^h for c^tch otiior, ah I quit noi yaw 

care'. 
Condemn the god Cupid, bur Mr.ff theioi.dpwr. 



SONG 758. 

A JllcrUITINC SONG. 

'Sung at SADLEa'a WtLLt. 

QOfdl^t vo?«Kt^':»«» come 
To the head of ibe drum. 
And all you can mu^er along whk yon i>rin{i 

Leave maftcis «nd mothers, 

And f«ithcTs, and brother^} 
Nor think of a duty, but that to your king. 

ThouVt adivp, youn? neighbour. 

Then throw off thy labour. 
And fwop thy bale pillow for bod of reno«fl} 

Dick, Harry, anc Hugh, 

Wont you do fo too* 
A guinea 1*11 g:ve )ou, d'y^tce, and a erosw. 

Good linn, and cloafh?, 

With hats, i^'Ci, .vfkA Uak^ 
For a geptieman ft.tiier At every thiogj 

To my quarters tii«<« coiiKt 

Seer, braady, ^nd riuB, 
Sw.g your bellies full — God fjve the king. 



SONG 759. 

TMB BANKS or THE DEC. 

TRUE biIf*inret!ieTren?c?n only be found; 

In vsiit we (ha|l feck it in ^leifure's dull 

round ; 

The truth of this maxim PhiU^^dcr could fee, 

When the »otVy of Cupid was modiftly fwe. 

He often refolv'd to retire from t^»e crowd. 
Quite paiJ'4 mUh i(*a pleafunrs, to rmfty asH 

loud; 
And oft he nUftU, t^o* a wkim to ^ free* 
But 3t laft was refutOi'd by die B^nJcs of th 

Dec. 



From noife and falfe pteafuree, be quickly wixb 

drev.-» 
To tafte of the fotld, the lafting, and trwe : 
Grew fond of xetirtoaent, nor card but Ic 
But prudence foon whifperM ui, Lotc not too three 5 

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4!»s fortuve WM e^fy, h''i> manner pollrr, 
H^rfJiJ a^rr4' df.il,^nd at liines h<*coii|o •^rJtc; 
Unncvj h\ .'nr:bt«o:>, contfoffd jiTi.i ne-, 
Mrot'cenfuLg lliu^, on the Bank& oi the Dee. 

TIm monarchy ilill jfilousof pUts ami deisgn:* 
Who rig.hs MC his he^rt whi:e in fbfeitdor h* 

ihinrs, 
Wlfh p^iv 1 :race thn'U^h ?*-•• i.vfome Lfvrr 
Art birij my kind ftar» for thir B . p.ksof thi- Dee. 

"rSem'fer, how wrrtcaed. atnlift 3'.! K's n.->rc ' 
^Vbache ua», hr c-n'c taftr, ^«c..he f.ghs to luvc 

Ihorc 5 ' 

V^hile I with a iictle am happy and fice. 
In a pleafing ret: r it 0:1 the Bankk of the Dec. 

Let Tern, without pafTirtn, ft?!' fip.h f->rr*>r fur, 
Affrft'theirfjf: manner, an*! mimirk t*'rir air. 
Supply them with Irandal oe- preen »n-{ h< hea, 
Ci»e me a retreK on the Banks of the Dee. 

No duns to mole'ft me, no cares to *^;irrar$. 
In pieaftiifr fucc^tn »^ mnmeiits wUI vafs ; 
^t oejce with the workl, ci^ntrnt^d ino free, 
ril live and' ni -die on the fianki ofxUr Dee. 



SONG 760. 

Written by J. B. 

^HENnieric is fterJing that da'ms our 
attrnrinn. 
The ottjcwt w<* eaeerty wiili to pitrfne ; 
like a m<itrner pfiirfs^a of fuoertAr atir:«£li<in. 
We wift to be gtac^d with Wt infloence t^o : 
Fwm 4 h«ipe to-be bieft «i'rtii litch pr«wera to 
pleife, 
As are fniind in the ikit oa whnfe virtues 

A^^ tru<^ me you'll not find another, with eafe, 
%9hofe c^sirrr* can compare to the chant/s 
ot my Nell. 

O ! aid me, kind truth, -to paint her perleAi»ns, 

To give etVy virtue it*s infinite doe j 
Tofpeak of the m^rry and niimeiefs attractions, 

No kngaage invented yet ever couid do : 
Our tboaghts nnav fuppole a moft deKrate tnind. 

Our reafon iceas that fuit very well } 
Bat thrfe far deftripnt in p'nrtr J find, 

To liedafi ail the ckannt of my lovely-dear 
Dffll. 

natmtmd, fovtplete with virtue** endearments, 

Not prudiih, but aff«ble, liveU, and g^y; 
And chcarfiil,tho* af-m'd ^iih f roper o*4cern> 
menti 
To^tta(h cv*ry hope that ihou*d mean to be- 
tray. 
Her friendOiip fo great, has been ever /incere, 

And her piide it is only in truth to excel ; 
ftiamples like her's may her (ex (^'t\\ revere, 
And endeavour to fit H/t/i my Ig^flj deir 
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O ! may (he be krpt, by Kin>IHe.iv*u*s dire^i iu» 

Srcu>'e, 10 t'.ie uUintiCe hour of iife'4 
AnI ih4;.kful remain for fu^it trrderproCedioay 

An oinamcnt tiuih r** t^-c vii-gi. and wifet 
May her roril incy bkh ti e <i>nd yooih of her 
heart, 

And he in return fh-'vc i» Inpve to excel 1 
M^y ^'c i^rove that lii» i\\\n i>, .il ;ne, t'> io part 

A *tf-of go »d humour to pheaie my dea' KeW f 



8 O N G 7''i. 

Sung at Vauxt:/. .l. 

f 00 latefor re<'.ofi,and toui' -i.'far myeafe^ 
1 4aw >ou, 1 k>v'd, and i widi*d i could 

Reflect -nftrtoci ftiit, vrhib:! taricy'd yoareyet 
Read li c laiiguage of mine, «id repl)'d to m/ 

lagh,? 
I hiis cneaied ;y hop., I unhesJed went ony 
Ar.j j. di'd cf your nearc by me Lhrob* of my 

Driutive, I'ond hope, feem'd at raft to pciluade 
lliat r tenj^ip, tnatkiodneCi, with love i%«a 

repaid. 
But, a)4sf a]lis4Kang*d,aivdw!t1ianguiihl/ui(d 
^orcs and looks prove but civii, uhlcU cac0 

i thought kind; 
Idea no luii^er it*:* fuccoar will lend, 
To foiin tiie ruad lu«er, or fix ilie fiim friends 
I'hen iiulh, my poor he4rt,>and no longer com* 

plain, 
Tly honour, thy vir'tje, pronovnce it is -.-ain ) 
I hy thoHj;iils fwell to cri;ne»^ jrrre t.iik luvo 

Hum :ny ir— a*^, 
Fsrfjrm well thy dot; , ^et fate do tJ:s rffft. 



SONG ^6x, 

CYiaot* AND IPHinxriAJ A CANTATA. 
AtCXTATIva. 

J^ E AR a thick gfove, whofe ottp cmbuw*r- 

ingihi<:c 
Seem'd nioft for loie and contemplation made, 
A ctyrtil (h'eam with gentle raumnti;:i tlwws, 
V/ho.cflow'ry banks aie form'c tirluti ri-polc: 
Thithrr, rctir'd from Pbeebub' h:ltry ray, 
Ar.-: luil'd in Hrer, fair lphige;.ja Ijy. 
Cyoi'jn, a clowr, who never dieamt of Kive^ 
By chance wa» flumping to the neighb'riog 

grove; 
He trudi;M along, unknovting what hefought^ 
And whiiilrd m iie vwent, for want of thought} # 
But w^hen be firft behd! iXe fleepioj^ maid. 
He gap'd— he lUr'd— hci Joveiy form furvey'ds 
And while withartleffl voice he fweetly fungf 
Jeauty «nd nature thus in(orm*d hia tongue* 

Air. 

The f^ie:»m th^t glides In murmurs by, 
Wliofe glany bofo.n ihiws the (ky, 

CoiDpieats ii)C rural Icenc; 
But in thy Ixifotsv, cViaxtc\\u% mvi\^ 
A'«\ V\c*v'n \\Vv\t \% ^vkTt ^\^>ii\*'^' '^N 

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She wakei, and ftarts — poor Cymon trembling 

ftands ; 
Down f<ll8 the ftafF from his nnnenred hands: 
Bright exccllcncf, faid he, difpcl all fear; 
Where honour*s prefcnr, fure no danger's near. 
Half-rtit*d, with gentle accent, (he repiiesy 
Oh, Cymon! if 'n« you, I need not rife; 
Thy honed heart no wrong can entertains 
Puriue thy way, and let me flcep again. 
The clown, tranfported, was not fi.'ent long, 
But thus with extafy purfu'd his fong : 

- Air. 

Thy jetty locks, that carelefs break, 
lo wanton ringlets, down thy oeck ) 

Thy lore-infpiring mien ; 
Thy fwelling bofom, (kin of fnowi 
And taper fliape, inchant me fo^ 

J die for Iphigene. 

RlClTATXVE. 

Amaz*d, ihe liftens, nor c^i trace from whence 
The (ormtT clod is thus infpir*d with fenfe : 
She gases— finds him comely, tall, and ftriight, 
And thinks he might improve his aukward gait ; 
Bids him be fecret, and next day atteild, 
At the fame boor, to meet his faithful friend. 
Thus mighty love could teach a clown to ple^d; 
And nature's language fureft will fucceed. 

Air. 

LoTc's pure and facred fire. 
Kindling gentle, chafte defire ^ "^ 

Love can rage itfelf controul, 
And elevate the human foul : 
Deprived of that our wretched (late 
Had made our lives of too long date ; 
But bleft with beauty, and with love, 
We tafle what angels do above. 



SONG 763. 

Sung at Ranxlagb. 

Y E ^ue honeft Britons, who love your own 
land, 
Whofe fires were fo brave, fo viAorioos, and 
free, 
Who always beat France when they took, her 
in hand, 
Comejoio, honeft Britons, in chorus with me. 

Let us fing our own treafures, Old £ngland*B 
good chear. 

The profits and pleafures of lh>ut Britifli beer ; 

Your wine-tipling, dram-fipping fellows re- 
treat. 

But your beer-driokln^ Brttom can never be 



The French, with their Tineyards, aremrsjrf 
and pale ; 
They drink of the fqueecings of half-ripen'i 
fruit; 
But we, who have hop-grounds to mellow ear 
ale. 
Are rofy, itod plump, and have freedom ti 
boot. 
Let us fing. Sec, 

Should the French dare invade, thus arm*' 
with our poles, 
We'll bang their bare ribs, make their laa- 
tern jaws ring; 
F^r your beef-eating, beer-drinking Britooiy 
are fouls 
Who will filed their laft drop for their co«a« 
try and king. 
Let us fings. Sec, 



SONG 764. 

Song at Vauxhall. 

-^HEN firft by fond Damon Flarella wt# 

feen. 
He flightly regarded her air and her mteo. 
The charms of her mind he alone did ceci- 

mendy 
Nor warm as a lover, but c<Sol as a friend ; 
From fiiendihip, not pafiion, his raptures di4 

move,' 
And be boafted his heart was a ftranger to lofc^ 

New charms he difcoverM, as more Ae #it 1 

known ; 
Her face grew a wonder, her tafie was his owt. 
Her manners were gentle, her fenfe was lafin*'. 
And eir^ry dear virtue bean'd forth in hermiadf 
SnII, fiill for the fanftion of friendfinp bo 

firore. 
Till a figh gave the omen, and fhewM it wis 

love. 

Now, proud to be conquered, he fighs for chtf 

fair. 
Grows doll to all pleafure, but being with heri 
He*s mute, till bis heart-ftrings are ready te 

break; 
For fear of offending forbids him to fpe sk { 
And wanders a willing example to prove 
That friendfliip with idroman is filter to lofC* 

A lover thus conqoerM can ne'er give oStmtl 
Not a dupe to her fmiles, but a fiave to her Cesfel 
His pafiion nor wrinkles nor age can allay, 
Since founded on that which can never decay; 
And time, that fiiall beauty's fliort empieif 
move, 
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S O NO 7J65. 

A NAVAL OOC. 

Writcen by Mr. Hbtwood* 

CEASE, ye tinkling cymbals! ceafel 
Vc lighter ilraint be flill ! 
How let the trumpet*! (hrill tlarmi, 
With never-dying glory** chirmi» 
And hite of Bourbon's treachVona nttf 
E^h tree-born bofom &1U 

Hence |r«cn-ey*d envy, pallid fear ( 
Hence treachery, with friendly air; 

And difeord, with Gorgonian fronrt 
ToGallia*s fiuitlefa coail repair ; 
Go fix your hateful dwelling, there s 

Ye hell- born crew, avauat ! 

Let ftouts triumphant fill the ikyl 
While yet each generoui breaft beats h^gh> 

And thirft of glory warmt : 
Let every craggy rock around, 
From diftanc Aore to (hnre rebound, 
Till Heaven*t blue arch ring back the founds 

To anna ! to armt I to arms 1 

Now Britons, now your glorious crofs difplay, 
' Let concord now unite each heart an*! nand j 
So (hall you flill with Neptune rule th^ Tea, 
While Galiia trtmbln on her frightta itrand. 

What tho* Chatham be no more, 
Heroei ftill we have In fl'irr, 

For council form'd, or Held : 
Still Snclbume, uncorrupt, remains ^ 
And ftill vidoriouk Keppsl reigns ; 

Their country** fword and /hieid. 

t<Ark! on Gallia's di/lant (hoie, 
J bear the murd'rinf cannon roar 

Tremendous o'er the f-a t 
•Tia worlike Keppers fiery lo*\\ 
Now bids Britannia** thunders roil| 

Jini wifct her itains awa/. 



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Conqueft crown thee, m^tchleTs chiefs 

Glory hovrr round thee ftiilj 
Far be from thee every grief. 

Every pain, and every III : 
Honour*d may*ftthoH live, and longy 

. (Bourbon trembling from afar j) 
Gloiious theme of future fong, 

Britain** thunder-bolt of war. 

But lo ! I fee th* approaching navy mbve $ 

Mark on the deck the godlike chief appears] 
Fierce and relifllefs as the bolt of Jnve, 

H4rdy and honed as the fword he wears t 
And lo ! before him, o'er the bounding tide. 
High ifi their fhelis, the fea-green Nereids ride| 
Beneaih their cars the roaming billows roar; 
A.id thus the virgins iing, flow moving to the 
i1;jtet 

Hail, virtuous brother, haill 
Msy cny stories never failj 
Nor in lime of war, or peace, 
Thy la 1 tide of fame dccreafet 
Still may Conqiieft's golden wing> 
Round thy head her radiance fling) 
Till at length death's fi-iendly hand 
Brirg rhce :h»$ our mild command i 

Brcther, bid the world farewel; 

Come, and with thy iifters dwell* 
Fiir (>f more than mortal race. 
We tiiy lineage well can traces 
Proteus oft the talc hath told. 
How, within a cavern old. 
On 2 fummcr's fultry day, 
Scrcen'd fr.)m Ph.tSus* rays he lay 5 
V.'hen Veptunc with Britannia came» 
, There to quench his nrdent flame j 
Foi oft the god hi< irkfome pain 
H^J told the n>mph, hut told in vain| 
■ Till chancing on the fait-fea fhorc 
He favv her, feia'd, and thither borc^ 
Th^re on a bed ot lea- weed laid, 
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Then bide the charmer aanic her wtnt. 
And ftraiyhc he would herwUhet granu 
The forlorn goddeft tofe* tnd figh*d» 
Aod, fighiDf , to the god reply*d t 

Grant, (oor let me aflc io Tain) 
Grant me the empire of the maia« 

She fpokcy and Uuih*d ; the love-fick god 
Confentt, and gave the iealing nod. 

When now nine changing moona wert o^er. 
The goddeff on the falt-ica fhorct 
Within the fatal catem l«id» 
]a(iplor*d divine Locloa't aid. 
Soon Neptune, from his wat*ry bed^ 
O'er-heard thy cries, and thither fped ; 
Then in hit arms he rait*d and preft 
ThtCf fcar*d and trembling, to bis breaft. 

Go now, my fon, (he And] obey} 
Go, take the empire of the fea: 
So I refign to thee ihe waves; 
Go, make Britannia's foes herflavC8§ 
Co, conquer in thy mother^s rightf 
And be a fecond Mara iir fight. 

The godhead faid) and» ere he left the ftraad, 
Refiga'd his trident to thy infant hand 1 

So fung the bloe-ey*d fi/len of the main. 
Melodious, o*er the wide Cerulean wafte; 

Before them Triton founds his twifted ihell. 
The clitfs and caverB*d rocks rebellow to 
the blaft. 

High on a rock reclin*d. 

Black louring o*er the fee. 
Her plumage dancing in the windy 

Divine Biita^nia lay. 

Soon as the chief (he fpies» 

Approaching o*er the tide, 
Joy burft irradiate from her eyes ) 

And hail^ my fon! flie cry*d. 

Welcome, mighty conqueror. 
Welcome to thy native fhott; 
JLo, in many a masy vound, 
Ve^ct and plenty trip the ground^ 

By thee again reAor'd $ 
Whilt^ fair freedom, hand in hand 
With Nrptune, guards our facred ftrandy 

And hails ihy conqu'ring fword. 

Still o*er yon detef^ed band, 
Stretch thy unrefifted hand» 

And all their boafts defy ; 
Let them but thy face behold, 
(As jt immortal Talbot^s old) 

They tremble, and they fly. 

For ne*er to mix in war*s alarms. 
Or join the direful clang of arms. 

Was formed that trcachVous race ; 
No patriot flames their bofom warms, 

Nor publick virtues grace. 

Singing, dancing, whining, Hghing, 

All the aris that they purfue; 
Treacyry, fawning, cringing, lying, 
AJJ the gQulikit deeds they do« 



Go, the faithlefs race cha#ifinf« 
Let them foon their folly rue $ 

Go, each toil, each pain defpiflngj 
* Tis thy country bids thee go. 

Thus to her fon the heavenly goddeft fpoke. 
And (hook her glittVing javMin in the air; 

Then to the fliore her bally courfe (he took, 
Dire war and cooqueft following im theiear. 

Fame faw the train, and o*er the mnrn'ring 
waves 
High-rais*d her tramp, and fpread the news 
around ; 
And foon, too foon, the fated land of flaves 
Heard the tremendous biail, and trembled 
at the found ! 



SONG 766. 

AN OLD BBITOM^B COMPLAINT. 

Written by the Editor. 

pOOR England! how hard is thy lot. 

That once waft the pride of the world!. 
Thy honours are all gone to pot. 

And thy commerce far diftant is httrl*d! 

The French and the Spaniards onite. 

While Dutchmen (by (tealth) aid their canl<» 

And Britons may now bid good night 
To their trade, to their fieedom, and laws. 

How diflTrent in good Befs*s days. 
When £ngli(hmen valiant and Aout, 

Had the rafcals e*cn thought of fuch wayl, 
Would quickly have kiiock*d thtm about!* 

But then, ftead of cofl%e and tea, 
I They liv*d upon beef and flrong beer; 
And, believe me, we yet had been free, 
If we*d (lock to the fame honed chear. 

For tea was the caufe, we well know. 
Of our prefent unhappy difpute ; 

And America feels all her woe 
Proceeded from that fatal root. 

Then let us, ere yet 'tis too late. 

Abandon this dangerous leaf; 
And refolve with no woman to mate, 

WhoMI n«t change it for ale and good beef. 

So (halt we, as formerly, find 
The world will a Briton revere; 

Nor dare any treaty unbind 
With a people in arms they lauft fear* 

Our men will all then be roboft, 
And oor women all free from the fpteeo; 

While each to the otherll be juft. 
And liberty heighten the fcene. 



SONG 767. 

WHEN flid Vanefla*! blooming face 

Surpri2*d my dazzled (igbt; 
( wifli'd, 1 ft^h'd, view'd ev*ry grace 
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an !icaT*iily fomiy I crjrM* 

•II perfe^ions meet! 

ht her conftaot, free fran pri4e» 

vtrtuoat, and d*ifereet» 

D my judgment faife I find, 
fweird her fcornful breaft) 
' §kt cooftant ?— as tht wind : 
vat Btt oot the reH ? 

Hike virtue be her gnidey 
tarnf with et ery wind f 
difcretion reign» where ptSd* 
anded fwayi the mind f 

lay claim to hea«ty*t pow^r* 
Teface it aJl her boaftf 
/anefl* it ho more : 
•on at found fte't loft. 

lut hit arms had caft 
nd hit flectini fair) 
:y'd Juno prct*d, at laft, 
ircj empty air. 



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S O N O 767. 

id repute, a virtaont aaaCf 
lofophert (et foith, 
uaerring path to fame^ 
ne conliftt in worth. 

eciooi ointment, gently fliedy 
mental ill prevails ^ 
tore the fragrant med*cine*t fprtady 
matet and healt. 

d it H to ufe it right) 
beastifut to view; 
I difttnguilhingiy bright^ 
tranficory too ! 

ift it glittera, fooo *tii crackt, 

irably frail ; 

aliAs alloMT the U^^ 

ipply the talc. 

hingt inanimate cou*d fpeak> 
>nce agreed wUii Water, 
Ky jaunt one day to take, 
irhtie, *tit no grrat matttr. 

>n*d that, the day before 
left their different ftation, 
lofe a third, worth rweaty morc^ 
:hat wat Reputation. 

vc companiont now reflet, 
ince (hou*d once divide *em, 
ch their lettert might diredt, 
bo ihou*d fureft guide *em. 

Iter, Fiiendt, you*ii bear my aame^ 
loft upon a mountain} 
at any murm*ring ftream, 
tk me in a fountain : 

let from deep cafcajet I pour» 
' mcadowt gently glide } 
dtw, defcend a (kosttr, 
uadcr iastidti 



Whert OMrlhct ftagnace* bogt exteadi^ 

Oreen rcedf and tarfy fodt, 
Difea a path to MMCt your frtod) 

A path the halraii aodf. 

Your reftlait make (^ueth Fift ) I kMrn, 

Juft like yoar parent oceaa) 
I love to rove at well at youy 

My lift coofifte ia OMtioat 

la poctt all my marki jrou^ll feet 
Sloct fmoak and flam reveal aM| 

SufpeA me alwayt aaar Nat. Lee, 
£*ea BlackjBore ctB*t coaecaraM. 

In Miltoo^i pigt I flaw, by art» 

One flame intcafe and even; 
In Shakefpeare*t blate a fuddea ftart, 

Uka lifktaieg flaii*d from hcaveot 

la maay more, at well u thcy^ 

Thro* vartout formt I fliifc j 
Fm gently lambent while a Cay^ 

But brighteft whea a Swift 1 

From fmoak fort tidiap yoo may gtt| 

It can*t fubfift without me; 
Or fiad m*f like fame fond coqace» 

With fifty fparkt about me. 

The beft of fltvet I*m calPd by men, 
Whea booad in proper durance) 

But if 1 once do siifcikief, thea 
Vm heard of at th* Infurance* 

Alat ! poor RepaUtioa cry*dt 

How happy in each other ! 
Such iignal maiki moft furely guide 

Each ftragg*er to hit brother. 

*Tit I, alone, maft be uadoaef 
Such ill has fat«^efign*d me ) 

If i be loft, *tit ten lb one. 
You never more will find me. 



S O N O 76S. 

Snag at the Nov tan tic al Clvi. 

y^LL whimfical people, come hither^ 

And chufe a non(enfical ftrain; 

For who*d be a wit ia hot weather, 

T' iodanger the loft pf hit brain f 

*Tit Bonfenfe we fing, and we deal ia. 
And generoufly dole it about, 

Aad if common-fenfe chtnc\to fteal ift) 
We kick the precife rafcal out. 

Whereof, forafmuch, notwithftanding^ 
Moreover, to wit, furthermore; 

Sure itever ware words fo commaadiagt 
So fweetly adapted before. 

Thot fftt from reftraint, on we rattle, 
Enflav*d by no preceptt nor rulet; 

Whilft thofe who in form prittle prattla* 
Are nothing but fenfible foolt. 

Should nonfenfe from human kind fettry 
What numbert muft ftralght away aunt 

The beau pick hit teeth muft for e^t^ 
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The btrM freoJd have little to wri(t ony 
The lawyers hive little ^to fjiy, 

The criticks would noufkt have to bit^ oa^ 
The aon-coot not know how to pray* 

Befidet, for a plague wit if fent je, 

It's owners forererate poor; 
Whilft nonfenfe is vefted with' plenty^ 

Whcieof you may Ibe now thertfert. 



SONG 769. 

AlfACKXOtfTlC. 

^HE nyufef onc^ iateot on play 

Young Cupid roving caught^ 
With flow*rjr wreaths they ty'd his haA4ff# 
And boundy to beauty brought. 

Fond Venus raogea all the pUio 

To feek her little joy.» 
And foon a powerful ranfom bring! 

To free th* imprifon'd boy. 

Bot the* i;eleas*df the captive fod 

Refus*d to quit hit chaioa* 
And ftiU to beauty's gentle fw^y 

A willing flare remains. 



S O N O . 770. 

^Houghtlefs of all, but love and yoo. 

From place to pfac*; I range. 
But dill no happinefs I know, 
Nor pleafure by the change. 

The murmVing ^ttm^ the fruitful field. 

The plain, th^ ihady grore. 
Alike to me, ap pleafure yield. 

When abfen^Prom my lore. ' 

Vet if my Delia but appears. 
How chaog*d is all the fcene ! 

Nature a gayer Ihery wean j 
And 1 forget my pain. 

The mnrmVing ftream, the fruitful fieI4, 

The plain, the ihady grove, 
Alike to me, all plea'fure yield, 

Whea Ueft with her I lore. 



SONG 



771- 



A Wtt and captain ftrove. Sir, 
X<> f**" * ledy's love, .Sirj * 

And warm in competition. 

Bach pleaded his condition, 

To pleafe his -nifticfs moft* 

The bravo, like a warrior. 

Thought he by ftorm fhou*d carry her, 

And Twore he'd guard her perfon 

FroiQ. danger and afperfion, 

And ihe ihju*(l be hia toaft. 

The poet fgMy told her, 
T/t4t tho*be ¥ni na ioiihwj 



He*d make her fame eternaf^^ 
In Magazine or Journal, 

And itng away her caret. 
The lady (hen refleding 
Whofe parts were moil affedlini;. 
Thought fpark of tunci'ul merit 
Ou^weigh'd the biuft*rliig Spirit, 

And thu» her mind declares* 

My honour warts no He^or 
To be it's ftern proteftorj 
No Myrmidon to frighten. 
But Pliapn to delight in; 

So, captain, march along. 
'Tit gentle wit sind breeding, ' 
Is worth a lady's bfiiling; ~ n.Qes^ 
No hopes our hearts of ga|i^in|* 
Without firft entertaining; 

60 let me have a fong. 

But juft then in the nick, Sir, 
A r^uire of filver ||uick, Sir, 
With {[old-knoton his rapier. 
Who well cou'd cut a caper, 

N»w phiv'd before her eyet. 
His air and dtf fs fo taking. 
Without the pairis of Tpcakirg, 
This nio^ engaging youngfter 
By far ourihnne rhe longllet. 

And danc'd 0^ with the pri^e. 



SONG 772. 

^"H^N the dear caufr of all my pais 

Is abfent frum my figlit. 
Mufic, and bouks, and frietids, iii vain 
Attempt to give. delight. 

S'j, tho* a thoufand ftars by night 

Heav*n*s canopy adorn. 
If the fair moon's fuperiJ^r light 

Be wanting, ftiil we mourn. 



• • SONG 773. 

H-AK RYATSp MA ay. 

Sung at Vauxhalt.. 

ME AR a hawthorn. \ met on rhr pUln 
Voting. Molly, the cv'ning M'as ft^rry^ 
I talk'd in flrong terms of my pain> 

TTio' I never intended to marry. 
Her modfft J(?me:inc-r was fuch. 

More than half it prcvaird over Harry} 
I love her, 1 f>wn, vrry much, 

' Tis true, but 1 never (hiH marry. 

My companions all loudly complain. 

With them that 1 now never tarry; 
They have found out the c^ufe of my piiB 
And fancy a* l.tft 1 (hail many: 
Believe me, they know rot my heart; 
1 his face l.much longer can carry; 
I can bear a vaft deal of 'loves fmart, 
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fince I (aw the dear maid^ 
a for life ni«ft I parry ! 
m not much afraidf 
\'6 brtter not marry: 
imongft this ^ay thitinft 
: will become of poor Harry? 
n hurry 'd along, 
me, Vm ready to marfy. 



SONG 774. 

■ T| 01, APRIL DsAY. 

ung at Vauxhall. 

he kee flies from blolTdm to blof- 

ad fip>, 

fly looks buxom and gay; 

on her neck, and cafte from her 

tets of an April day. 

h:s flock, the rufiic his plough, 
- with joy views his hay, 
ay charmer, when milking her 

wraets of an April Jay. 

opt with innocent fweetaefs tr- 
ie and cheirful as May, 
e pride of all the gay mead, 
reels of an Apiil day. 

•ar Jefly, and ufe well yourpowV, 
•uds then plucic while ycu may; 
;njoy all the fweets of this hour, 
bur an April day. 



SONG 775. 

tTRlATi A PASTOXAL. 

tn by Mr. Nichclls. 

iliis I flray'd to a new.mantled 

»vc, 

-hrlls rmittH t'neir fweet j 

1 full concf rt deiiyhifuily ihvTe 

the pfsccful retreat. 

'd by nature, bcfprinkl'd with 

elves under 9 ibidr ; 
Toft ftrains, to divert the young 

ear innocent maid. 

J it nature ; how wondVoui her 

but a moon or two paft, 
bje^ at«:ra6>i?e to man, 
niirg, Arank from the blafl ; 



ao5 

See now (what a change !) tan thoulaai gaf 
fweeti 
£nam«I tha new-roantled fprajr; 
The breeze fofcly kiiTea each cheak ckajt it 
meets, 
And whifpar«« How c^J^iiogia Mayl 

Wherever I turn me, fo gnt^*t my furprixe, 

Enraptur'd Tm forced to ling, 
No powV can be eoual to that which fupplies 

The beauties which wait upon fpring! 
On the bloom of that wildling, behold the gajr 
bfes, 

There lately a honey-dew fell ; 
Now tee how they feud thro* the naigbbonriflg 
trees ! 

Each flies to repleniffli his cell. 

T* obferve their ftriA order, what btift Co Clic 
wife! 
If but inAin£^, how nearly ally*d 
To reafon, the faireft-born child of the Ikiei, 
Whom we boaft wu but fent for our guide! 
In funlhine they toil *galnft the feafon*s ex- 
treme, 
Wh«n winter rolls floods from it's urn ; 
A leiTon proad man, who*s acknowledged fa* 
prene. 
Would not be degraded to leain. 

Behold yonder oak, with what majeftj plac*d 

On tlic brow of that flow-rifing hill ; 
How dofe by the woodbine th«t poplar^ ea* 
brac*d. 

Which mantles the prattling rill ' 
And hark ! how delightful tke choir of this 
gruvr J 

That nightingale, note him, how fweet ! 
All th-is, my dear fwain, is a^gunge of love^ 

Which never yet harbour'dVteelt. 

That finch on the rofe-bufln how tuneful hia 
tongue ' 

WhatJcindnefs he fliewt to his mate! 
See, fee ! how together they cheriOi theirjMngi 

Such charms upon conftancy wait. 
Ah, D^mon, if Phillis could once have her will, 

Thefe trees (hould bloom fweet all the year; 
Thefe birds fuch gay fonneu for ever ihoulj 
trill, 

And no more gloomy winter appear. 

But foon a« brown harveft has yielded it's ftore> 

Thrfe beauties which ravifli the fight, 
Muflfly from oar ifle, and be beard of no more 

Till May comes again to delight f— 
Sweet Phillis my bofom with rapture pofle6*d, 

I gaz'd, and fo great was the charm. 
My cheek unawares was rcclin'd on her breafta 

And her waift was entwin*d by ny arm* 

Such freedom oflTendcd, flte hade me beware^ 
For. envy (iihe fald) might he near; 

And fcandaJ, who aovtr ihewe things u ch^ 
tTe» 
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] cfMOflit ?t but reifon ; I bade her not ftkt i 
%vd n90^t that wat til (hould h''f»\ ; 

1 l<»v*d her too well to give caufe for a tear^ 
To bitter her honey with gall. 

From the daify^di'd fod thin to(*ether we 

rofc, 
0*cr the iTieadowt I led her aion ; ; 
Crac*d tny lay with the truth flie wat plcas*d 

to difclofey 
And I gave it the mft'ical throng. 



S O N O 776. 

TBKNY is a charming creature^ 
^ Rich in all the gifts of nature} 

Had file thofe of fortane too, 
Powder'd ftavei wou*d then attend her, 
She flfttght figh in ftate and fplendonr. 

With a wretchedneft in view. 

-B«t fince Jenny has no dowcri 
Some poor bee fli«ll 6p the flower, 

Butteiiliei ftiil foar abore) 
Corydon with jojr Aall take her, 
And fliall reap, from one foiall acre, 

More concent than laadlordt prove. 

STnce, gallants, *tli gold mnft win ye. 
And the moft drferving Jenny 

Wants the reconciling pence ; 
Call not fortune blind, nor Cupid; 
Sparks are felfifh, falfe and ftupid, 

lletit it above their fenfe. 



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777- 



Such wit «nd vtvneity (bine in h^ eyer, 
Th»t whiifV i gace on her, I'm loft in forpnt^* 
But, ye gods i when flie fpeaks I admire nt 

more, 
But f^il at her feet, and her wifdom adoic. 

Such, fuch It my Delia, and Venat would be 
Not fo charming, fo fair, nor Ta lovely to ne« 
And if Heaven fo kind to my prayert Ai^l pfove. 
That at I love her, fo. flie alfo may lov«) 
The reft I wUl leave with the gftda, and re^airc 
No more; fince ia her, I have ail I 6t^e* 
Nor nobles will envy, nor kingn in their power; 
Nor afk for a world, fince in hoe 1 have 1 



TNB LOVBl S STRKAM. 

Suy*g at Vaoxhall. 

JTLOW, mdjlnVrng river, flowj 
Whilft on thy borders grow 

Cty Flora's ricbeft pride % 
And fince thy bounty feeds 
The neighbVing verdant meads, 

Ia ccafelefs tioklings glide. 

Upon thy whifpVing ftream, 
May faithful lovers dream, 

Whil^ fings the humming-bee : 
Or let th* impaHloa'd fwain 
Moft fweetly there complain. 

Or pipe la tuneful glee. 

Vpoo thy banks 1*11 ftray. 
To lull my cares away, 

7*here ihuA the noontide beam ; 
Fair quiet here I find, 
Tliif (botbea my thoughtful mind ; • 

J thank thee, gentle ftream. 



SONG 778. 

f H O* toothera fome fairer than Delia may be, 

y Yet none are fo fair, or (b lovely to me, 

80/ree it each motion, fo charming each grare, 

Much food'humour and fwtetnefi appear in her 



SONG 779. 

TMB 90X-CMACB; AH OOB. 

Written by Mr. Nicvottp. 

Recitativb. 

pjARK! from that cottage by the filent 

ftieam. 
How fweet the fwallow greets the rifing gleam 
Of light,- that dawns upon the eaftern hiil. 
Tipping with grey the fails of yonder mill ; 
And hark ! from the farm below the watchfiU 

cock 
Warns the dull (hrpherd to unfold his flock; 
His hurdled flocks the frefii'ning breese inhale. 
And bleat for frce.lom, and the clover vale. 
See ! how away the fevering clouds are driveOt 
How gay alteady feems the face of hcarea ! 
. Thofe ruddy ftreaks foretel the fun it near 
To drink the dew, and glad our hemifphere. 
O I did the funs of difCpation know 
What calm delights from early-rifing flow, 
They'd Icit^ (with us) their down, and in the 

field? 
Imbibe the health that fredi Aurora yielda. 

All. 

Now indolence fnores upon pillows of down. 
Now infirmity,' gu Ir, ani d*:feafe, 

Envy the i^cni'e rep fc .fthc clown, 
And in vain beg the hlcfiir.g ofeafet 

Wbiifi \vc honed feiJows, who follow the chace, 
Of fuch rroubies are never pnfiefs'd. 

The banner of health is difpiay*d in each fare, 
To ihsw Peace holds the fort of the breaft. 

Can the flaves of a court, can the mifer fay this? 

Or the wretchrs who feed on dil^refi f 
O ! may fuch ne'er taftc of our rational blifl^ 

Tili| like us, they djfdain to opprefs. 

Rbcitativi. 

Set f to the eopfe how the dogs feud along. 

They've found out the drag of the foe ; 
And hatk I how the huntfmen ride flio«tIa| 
•Jong, 
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Let't follow the cry, he'll foon be in view ; 

See! yonder he fcolks o'er the gl.^de ; 
Spiiryoor courfers, my iada, and biiikly purfue; 

Or*e cratt will our veugeaoce evade* 

All. 

The Aepherd with joy views the chace, 
Hia lambs the vi:e traitor w«uld fleece ; 

The farmer, delighted, beholds hisdifgrace, 
And chinks on hi« turkies and gcefe. 

The mildt of the hamlet look gayj 

The dames, o*er a nogg'n of ale, 
Tel) what poultry of late was his prey, 

Aa4 wtlh the lUnnch pack may prevail. 

Jb ^ueft of the fleet-footed foe. 

At the hanters fly over the plain» 
Xv*ry breaft feels a rapiorous glow, 

£v*ry tongue Uilis the jocular ftraii. 

Rbcitativi. 

Far from the eaft had roird the glorioiM fun, 
And through each well-known haunt the fox 

had run; 
The ftream he*d paft^ and the vaft mountajo's 

height, 
Seeking the dell where darkling brakes invite; 
There ftrove to earth, but ftrove to earth in 

vain. 
He breaka the covert, tries the lawns again $ 
But, as he fled, the crafty fpoiler found, 
Fleeting behind, the ncver-fauit'rin^ hound : 
Weary at length, be viewa the widc-n»outh 

throng. 
And dr^gt in pain his mired bru/b along ; 
Nowfpent, he falls, rolling his hi^^i^d eyef ; 
And, fava^e like, hrwouniS) arid fhArling Jle:». 
Eager to view, the fliouting train fuimind ; ■ 
HillSf woods, and rocks, reverberate the iound. 



Air. 



Our fathers of old lov'd the fport. 

Our nobirs rejoic'd in the chace } 
They fled the intrigues of a court, 

The ^eart-chearing toil to cmbraoe. 

Thrir offspring was ruddy and flout, 

Carft luxury was yet in the bud ; 
They fcarce knew the pan^s of thegout» 

Activity phyfickM the blood. 

A fribble they feldom could meet ; 

But now how tevers'd it the fceae! 
The cteature's in every flieet 

EreAing his butterfly mien. 

Could ouranceflors rife from their gravett 
At fight of the gay-fpan((led train. 

They'd fly the degenerate flavcs, 
And wifli to be bury*d again. 

May fuch Bfver tafle of our joy. 

We hunters difdaim the whole race i 

Whilft tim.- .>vcr tea they deftroy, 

Wc re Io:i in the chains of the chace* 

CHoavt. 

All you who would follow the mufical hora* 
Go early to bcu, and falute the young morn. 
Our fpurts fhail fecure you the bofom's tepofe. 
And your cheek in old age wear the tint of 

I he rofe ; 
Your orrves (hall be ftrong, and feel» e^en \m 

decay, 
The raptures cnjov'd by the young and the gay. 
Then iiither come you who^d live long in.gop^ 

health, 
A bleflinj the wife much efteem before wealth. 



i S p N O ySo^ 

I LAVINIAi A VASTOBAL* 

j ^ H V fleah from my bofom the figh f 
1 Why fix*d is my gase on the f round? 

Gome, give me my pipe, and 1*11 try 
To bani(h my caret with the found. 

Ercwhile were it*s notes of accord 

With the fmile of the flow*r- footed mttfes 



Air. 

Whilft the hiintfman exults to hunters around. 

And holds up the flrong-fjent-:*.^ prize ; j 

Hated with conqueft, each Ua inch xijetlicJ 1 

hound, ' 

Sends a dam'rous peal to the flcies ; I 

The deep found of the horn, borne afar on the \ ^\[ ""'^J'. ^^ »t'* m*^^ »«np|»';j« 

g»l«* 

Calls the fportfmrn thrown out. to the pack j 
They raret round the rp.iii— l iheir couilerk 

don't fail. 
Then away, 10 regale, they ride chearfulU 

back. 



RXCITATIVS. 

toch ve the manly pleafures of the chace» 
Which kiogt of old were eager to embrace : 
Whilft o*er the champaign ran the courtly crew, | 
Tht cheek was garnifli'd with a rofeat hue j 
Then no pale Ganymede difgrac'd the court, 
Aad he was honourM who mofl lov'd the fport \ 
No brooding malice there aflaird the breaft. 
To clond th« bxow, or poifon mental rtft. 
Oh! slorious fport, which can at once impart 
Jthta thtf reiat^ cadjgu/ct to tht heart. 



Should it now the gay carrol refyfe f 

*T\va9 taught by Lavlnia't fweet fmile. 
In the mirth -loving chorus to join: 

Ah, me* how unweeting the while! 
Lavinia— can never be mine! 

Another, more happy> the maid 

By fortune is deflin'd to biels yc 
Tho' the hope has forfook rh«t betray*4j^ 

Ytz why lhott*d I love h^'r the left? 

Her beauties are bright ai the morn* 
With rapture i counted them oV) 

Such virtuet thofi* beauties tdorn, 

I knew her> and prais*d them 00 more. 

1 term*d her nq goddefi oi lule, 

1 caird not her be4u\^ A\V\t« \ 
Thefe fat oi\\eT ^aS<&oTi% tsia.>j ^w«*% 

But tht7 CQ\iVi uo^ V iv^xa\t*^t ^^»^ 



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It nc\T WIS apptreird with art* 

On words it could never reiy $ 
It reign'd in the throb of nny heart. 

It gleain*d in the glance of my eye. 

Oh» fooi ! in the circle to fliine 

That'fa.liion's gay daughters approve, 

Vou mud fpeak as the fafliions incline^ 
Alas ! are there fafliions in love ? 

Yet fure they are fimple who pnte 

Tlie tongue iliat is fmooth to deceive } 

Yet fure ihe had fenfr to defpife 
The tinfel'that fully may weave. 

When I tallc'd, I have feen her recline 
With an afpe^ Co penfively fweet; 

Tho' I fpoke what the fliepherds Qpine^ 
A fop were aiham'd to repeat. 

She is foft as the dew-drops that fall 
From the lip of the fweet-fcenced pea) 

Perhaps, when flie fmiPd upon all, 

I'have thought that ihe fmiFd upon me* 

But why of her charms ihould I tell? 

Ah, me ! whom her charms have undone ! 
Yet 1 love the reflexion to* well. 

The painful reflexion to fliun. 

Ye fouls of more delicate kind. 
Who feaft not on pleafure alone, 

Who wear ihe foft fenfc of the mind. 
To the fona of the world ftiU unknown ^ 

Ve know, tho* I cannot eiprefi. 
Why I fooHflily doat on my pain; 

Nor vvtil ye believe it the lefs, 

That I have not the /kill to complain. 

1 lean on my hand with a figh. 

My fiienas the fort fadnefs condemn; 

Yet, m^thinks, tho' I cannot tell why, 
i Hiould hate to be merry Hke them. 

When I walk'd in the pride of the d4wn» 
Methought all the region looked bright t 

Has fweetnefs forfaken the lawn ? 

For> i^ethinks, I grow fad at the fight* 

When I ftood by the ftream; I hare thought 
There was mirth in the gurgling foft found; 

But now *tis a forrowful note, 

And the "banks are all gloomy around \ 

1 have laugh*d at the jeft of a friicdd ; 

Now they laugh and 1 know not the caufe, 
Tho* 1 ieem with my looks to attend. 

How fiUy ! 1 aik what it was. 

They fing the fweet fong of the May, 
They fing it with mirth and with ^ee; 

Sure I ence thought the fonnfet vtfis gay. 
But flow *tia all fadnefs to me. 

Oh ! give me the dubious light 

That gleams thro' the quivering ihade| 

Oh ! give me the hcrrors of night. 
By gloom an^ by fileace array*d ! 

Let me walk where the foft«rifing wave 

Has pi^ur*d the moon on it^s breaftt 
Let me wsUk where the new*coter'd givtt 
AUowM the palt lover Co reft ! 



When (hall 1 in it*s peacea'ble womb 
Be laid with my forrows aflerp! 

Should Lavinia but chance on my romh-^ 
I could die if 1 thought ihe would w«cp. 

PerhapS) if the foul* of thejuft 
RcviGt tlirfe manfions af caie. 

It may he my favourite truft 

To watch o*er the fate of the fair. 

Perhaps the foft thou;:ht of her breaft 
With rapture more favour*d to warm; 

Perhaps, if with forrow upprefs*d. 
Her forrow with patience to arm. 

Then ! then! in the tendereft part 
May I whifper. Poor Cciin wak true; 

And mark if a heave of her heart 
The thought of her Colin porfue. 



SONG 7S1. 

jJANISH'D by your ftvcrt command, 

I make an awful, fad retreat. 
To fome more hoipitable land; 
But ihail I thrn my fair forget f 

No, there Tlj charm the lift'ning throsg^ 
With repetitions of your name ; 

My paflion tell in plaintive long, 
And fadly penfive foothe my Aame. 

With inbred fighs, the grateful fwaint 
My tale will beg me to renew; 

Sweetly appeas'd, beguile rhair pains, 
Traolputted when i fpeak of you. 

But ihould fome curiov) youth demand} 
Why frQm my beauteous theme 1 ftriy.' 

With what confuiion fbould t il^nd ! 
What wuu*d my charmer have me lay? 



SONG 782. 

Occaftoned by a young Gentleman's deeliBi^ 
to write, after having read the Workl.o 
Pora And Swift. 

^ M I N T O R, how canft thou refufc 
To grant me fo fmall a requefl; , . 
Why urge you the want of Pope's mofe^ 

Or the DoAor^s poetical xfcil? 
I vow, tho* their numbers are fweet. 

And ev'ry fentence divine; 
Tho* their value I reckon fo great^ 

No lefs would I fet upon. thine. 

Would*ft thoo fing of the plain or the grove. 

Or lament fome unfortunate maid, 
The mufes, fair daughters of Jove, 

With raptures would readily aid. 
What tho' they at firil may feero coy, 

*Tis bat to be clofer purfu*d ; 
They, like other nymphs, will comply* 

When once they are heartily w#o*d. 

Will nought thy ambition fuffice. 
But the laurel thy temples, to graced 

If ftill thou refolve to defpife 
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vr the cri ticks in t©wn 

»f poeticnl fire J 

s Jhoul'i Apollo come down, 

rp at his heavenly lytc. 

3reci>n poet they praifCf 
V you theii Ikill in the tongue, 
te's beautiful lays, 
ng hi» verfion is wrong; 
that bard of renown 
ranee ceignM to inform, 
> more they'd have known* 
e haU never been born. 

'dain to regard 

z trlAisg cenfurers fay; 

cny'd their reward, 

fpeed better than they ? 

is but approve of my ftraioB, 

',4 a fmile on my fong; 

«rpaid for my pains, 

an iH-natur'd tongue. 



SONG 783. 
Sung in Cymon, 

ezquifite pleafurel 
fweet treafu'e 
they ihall never 

, in thee, 

rmer I fee : 

2nd carefs thee, 

lee, and prefs thee, 

ts, to my bcfjm, for ever and ever. 



SONG 784. 

RE rOlSAKSN MAID* 

Chloe, once the g'yeft maid 
ipt upon the plain, 
y bank was laid, 
lament her pain. 

ig Cupids left her eyes, 
fupports her head j. 
voice was drowned in iighs, 
charm was fled. 

r<is fuRg from on high, 
i*d their warbling throats; 
rdlefs feem'd to lie, 
en'd to their notes. 

ream ran murmVing by, 
her pain^ 

ho ftuod lilVning nigh, 
each ijgh again. 

Dg fighs, flown from her breaft| 
y f.L>r {ome fad words; 
ig heart, now more at reftj 
le cafe affords. 

( choirs, your mufic ceafe ! 
•lick Chloe faid; 
ing brook ! a moment'i peKt« 
4 wretched miid i 



Ah! cruel Strephon, faithlefs youth I 
Thou dear ungrateful fwain! 

Thus to reward my love and truth, 
.\nd leave me to complain. 

I range the grorej through cvVy part. 

In hopes to eafe my care; 
But ah ! 'tis grounded in my heart, 

Vour dear ideals there. 

Each tender whifprr that 1 hear. 
Each foft, deceiving noife, 

I tremble betwixt hope and fear. 
And think 'tis Strepbon's voice. 

But Strephon thinks no more of me* 
His heart's too full of joys; 

He's found a more deferving (he. 
Who all his thoughts employs. 



SONG 785. 

THK INrALLlBlS DOCTOK. 

^DVISE your friend, grave man of art, . 

I find a ftraoge, unufual fmart, 
*Tis here— fierce fymptonis at my heart. , 

Difcover 

'TIs pleafure, pain, a mixM degree. 
My pulfe examine, here's your fee; 
What think you can my ficknefs be? 

A lover. 

A lover!— 'tis my cafe, too fure! 
O eal'e me ftraight— I'll not endure; 
Prefcribe, Til follow clofe the cure. 

Take hope. 

Rut if fhe (fpite of fpeech or pen) 
Prove coy, o: faKc with otl>cr men. 
Ah, doftorl— what expedient then? 

A rope. 



SONG 786, 

^S lately, at a ruralfair, 

I ey'd around the beauties there. 
With top-knots red, and gccn, and blue. 
How comic was the motley ere m ! 

The farmer's daughter baulk'd her cows. 
To buv of gingerbread. a t'poufe; . 
And kitchen Maikio pnn'd her hood, 
To meethtr fp^rk if ;irlh and blood. 

I'he country lady che «p«u'd coys. 
And ballad-finder ftiain'i: her voice; 
Plebeian dames join nymphs of birth^ 
As grafs aod flow'rs enamel eartl^* 

The country ladies feem'd to me 

Too much to mimic quality ; 

And milk-nuidt charms, aird aukward W^S, 

Could not my nicer fancy pleafe. 

But when I turned, and look'd agaioj 
1 fpy'd Mifs Jetvn^ \iv tVie itVvtv^ 
In b\ooViun( ^outh a,Tvd X^^wici vi\ 
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Of ^aceful mUnf anj high-bora tutt^ 
Yet humble as the village i»fi } 
Like Tome df-ftrt which crowaf the fietft» 
And make! tunendt for alt the reft. 

In erchtcd (o the fauntVing j—th 
Surreys the fruit w>th giipinj^ mouth* 
Where mAny %n ^pfU. metta hla tiftc; 
Which he reje^s with fputt'riof htfte. 

Bat when \\t Viewt the (CAth*rine pcar> 
Of tempting fcrQi» aad colours rare ^ 
The lufcious bait to reach he ikips* 
And longs to have it at his lips« 



SONG 787. 

^UPID, thou waggi&y artful boy» 

What have I done t* excite thjr hate? 
Oh ! ever arm*d with entUf\ ' ' 

Thus to' precipitate my fiu» 

I faw, I loT*d, I am uiidoney 
She at each vjfit (Teems n^iore ^7t 

You Urchin ! fn^erlng at my nMttoV 
Half prbmife btifsi and lialf den)f« 

The wound you gave, admits no curCf 
Till time has thaw*d her froien heartf 

Jenrty can Hfs or death enfare» * 

Jenny 1 my (boPs fardearc^' part. 

With equal forcfe once twang the bow, 
Transfix the charmer, let her bleed j 

The feeds of love fecurely fow» 
And dear the foil of evVy weed* 

Were I, thro* (bme fierce tyraat^s hate, 
Conidemn'd to racks, the fmiling fair 

Coa*d blunt the keeneft dart of fate. 
And from the dying chace oeipair* 

If pray*rs aad tears are ftill in vain. 

Think not (proud chit) I dread yoor powVj 
Know,'that to trnckle I difdain, 

' Or (kfink^ tho* aJl (by thoad^i^i coar* 

If I Bttft diey the ftroke begin. 

For Tm a man onusM ^fear; 
By Jenny*! hand wreck all thy tpltvkg 
' I die cooUBty to die by her. 



SONG 78S. 

OF A fttX OF TOBACCO* 

PRETTY tube of mig^hty power, 
; ' Charmer of an idle hour« 
Objeft of my ftot defire^ 
iSpof vhot, and eye of firei} 
And thy Cnovvy, taper walftV 
IPWth my fciger gently brac'd. 
And thy lotely, fwelling crelB^ 
With my bended Hopper pre ft-* 
Aai ib#€w<etel^ bliij of hliflea 
Breathing fsom thy balm^ W^\ 
Happy thrive and thrice again, 
Happieft he of happy men. 
Who, wktp 4gaij^. the night r^rai| 



When again t|ie crickets giy, 
(Little crickets full of ofay) 
Ciin afford his cube to feed 
With the fragrant Indian weed ; 
Pleafure for a nofe divinr, 
Incenfe of the go<) of wine^ 
Happy thrice and thrice again, 
Happieft he of happy men. 



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789. 



^ff HEN PJacinda*s beauties appear, 
How enchanting then Is'her air! 
Such a fine (hape and Aae, 
Such lip's, and teeth, end eyes! 

So many pointed darts who can be^r* 

Then her temper, <b good, and fo fwc<;l 
Such her carri^e and elegant wit| 

Whace*er (he does or fays 

We atl in tranfporu gaze. 
Like young iqui^s 10 thd opera-pit. 

But to cut off all l^opes of retieat, 

There*s Elisa to captivate; ' 
The ipighty Hercoles ' 
With two fuch f(ks ai thefe 

Mufl have look*d for a total defeat. 



SONG 7^o. 

eOX-RXATM CAMP. 

'Written by Thomas Hastinos- 

^ O M E, brave Britons, advance ; let i 

the proud foe! ' 
To Cox- Heath, my bold lads, to the ca 

us go ! 

Frcfii glory to win, let*s go forth to the 
For Britannia's bold fooi are the o^pi 
Mars. 
While Britons are freCf and our coiu 
calls, 
We fearlefs will fight, boys. 
Maintain George's rij^ht, 6oys, 
And Tike Btitons of old, we will c 
the Gau^s. 

Should the fans of falfe France, now oi 

to witKi^and, 
Surround us by fe'a, or approach as by ] 
We undaunted wilf meet them, and mak 

retire, 
Or link them beneathy if they dare Hi 

fire. 
While Britons are free, 1^. 

Tho* into our 4>orders they come five to 
RegardteCi .we*U face them, with two 

withgvnt 
We fight for our freedom* we fi^ht for o« 
And the proud Gallic flaves to his feet 

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'bat Edyfard at CreflTy once won, 
>ufands werecru(h*d by his conquer* 

timet ten thoufand in battle were 

riton his man toolc alt ve on the plain, 
ritons are free; Sec, 

lenry reaped glory on Agincoiirt*i 

Jie t^rehch lilies bedeck*d hit bright 

* hit filet up to Paris advance, 

f this ifland did rule over France, 
ritoat are fret, Uc, 

It of our hefoet now Britons infpl re, 
h glowing hreaft catch the flanle of 

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great MarlbVough, the folil df fam*d 

>ni forth M war^and their glbriett6 

-ittfnt ire hte, ahd our coiihtty «t 

irleft ^ill fight» boyt» 
lin George*t right^ boys, 

I) ritoat of old, we wiU cohquer 
Sauls. 



SONG 791. 

in ruftic weeds array *d^ 
e fwain, a fi:nple maid ) 
cenet with joy weMI rovii, 
; brook, or cjoUng gro^e. 

1^1 ftfatn their little throati, 
wild their merr jr notes ^ 
onverfe beneath the ihade, 
ain and happy maid. 

lull pluck, to grUt my bowV^ 
t fruit, the fragrant flowV) 
fliiU blefi, f6r ever new, 
kind, my Colin true. 



S O K G 792. 

)•• MOtTN-tVitTANTlVX. 

k<i* my love hat got no pelf*, 

a good fortune of herfeif, 

Aftock of powVfulcharmt} 

ill, and graceful mien, 

fithal, and temper ferine t 

rm fitted to blefs my armt. 

ke eyes, two ivory rows, 

be eagle, rifing nofe; 

er band i think upon, 

like the wax«work fhown» 

my heart beats thick with alarmt. 

ition drivet me tu, 

e tellt me *twill never do. 



And fomething more muft now he fald. 
Than four bare legs in one little bed, 

Notwvjthftajiding ftrange (lories of old* 
That love indeed may laugh awhile. 
And warm himfelCin Delia's fmile. 
But without meant muft foon expire t 
There muft bt coal to feed the fire ; 

1 mean, good ftore of filver and gold* 



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793- 



TlfC TRVND XR-t TOItlii* 

Written by Mr. NxcnoLLt. 

f HS ponderont cloud wat black and l«W|i 
And faird majefticalJy (low, 

IjLed lightning fcorch*d the gyoiiftd ; 
Tremendoot, now, the thuojler rolls. 
As If it would have riv*d the poltt^ 

And torrentt pour around. 

No (heltet nigh». to ihitld m^,head« 
Alohg the chanv^aign fwi^c I fled; 

before tho opening fltles; 
Till from the weft a gale arofe, 
Difpert*d the cloud» tho welkin glowtf 

And vernal fweett arife. 

Creation feem*d at new avlrake* 
From evitry dingle, biiflf, atfd brake» 

E*en from the very fod 4 
The feathered race their throata dibff 
Who ftisU falute. In fongt moft gay» 

The wonder-working God. 

Afliam*d, that thofeof leaft efteenv 
Should pratfe the PowV alone fupremt, 

I craved to be forgiven f 
Straight, like the little grateful tbroBff 
r, in an uaaiftQod foiig, 

Addreft'd my voice to Hcavto* 



SONG f^ 

tXTItXIItMT* 

Written by Mr. } Wtm c«. 

] M MORTAL powers, convey mt whfffv 

No tumultuout throngi appoa^i 
Far from fiatt'ry, far from care. 
Let me breathe the ryral air. 

Bear me to feme fiiady grovo, 
Bleft retreat of oeace and love; 
W'rierc, fecore, nie warbling choir 
From the bufy worM retire. 

Where nature's beauties deck the groondf 
Thoufand beauteous ftow<r» abounds 
Still, to' make' the fcene more f£t,s 
Let lovtly Delia meet me tliere. 

I>rl1a*t pre fence wttl improve 
The vernd baauty of the grove | 
Give each fiowcr a pleafing dya^ 
Brighter axure to the /ky. 

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And, mthis propitious hour. 
Let my Delia own his power. 

Rofeatc hcAlth, f.^ir pcacr, gay plcafure, 
Hapnincls, and bAlmy lelfure j 
When my Dflia's heart polfcirin^, 
Ever bicrt, and ever blcfling. 



SONG 795. 

A ROUNDELAY. 

"V^ H ILE thefe clofe walls thy beauties bide, 

Immured within this guarded grove. 
On the clear ftream*s oppofing fide 
The mufe (hall wail my hopelefs love* 

My love '—which nothing can outvie. 
Which never (hall a period knowj 

Ye brecrcs, tell her as ye fly; 
Ye waters, bear it as ye flow. 

And tho* (by adverfe friends onfin'd) 

The yiefding fair I vainly crave j 
O bring her murmurs, gentle wind, 

Her image, ev'ry ebbing wave! 

Yet, oh! ye winds, h«r fighs conceal; 

Nor you, ye waves, refledl her face; 
Left <^olus my paflion feel, 

And Neptune fue for her embrace. 

« Small need ye (hou'd her accents bear. 

Or to tny view her form impart, 

Whofe voice dwells ever on my ear, 

Whofe image ever in my heart. 



SONG 796. 

THE COUNTRY WROUING. 

A LL you that e'er taftcdofSwatfal-Hall beer, 

Or ever cry'd roaft-meat for having been 

there; 

To crown yojir good chear, pray accept of a catch , 

Now Harry and Betty have ftruck up a match. 

Derry down, down; down, derry down. 

At things may fall out which nobody would 
* ' guefs, 

So It happens thatHarryihould fall in with BeU ; 
May they prove-to each other a mutual relief! 
To their plenty of carrots, 1 wifli 'em much beef. 
Deny duwn^ &c. 

She had a great .taleat atroaft-meal and boiPd, 
And feldom it was that her pudding was fpoil'd ; 
Renown'd, too, for dumpling, and dripping-pan 

•fop; 

At handling a dlfli-clout^ and twirling a mop. 
DerrV down, &c. 

To kitchen- (luftonly her thoughts did afptre. 
Yet wit (he'd etiough to keep put of the fire ; 
And tho* in (bme things (he were (hort of the 

fox, 
*Xis faid,(he has tweaty •oo^ pouodllailtrbtx* 

Derry dowa, ^t. 



Now we've told you the br'.dc'i rare defertnl 

cftatc, 
' Tis fit rli.u the bridegroom's good parts we 

relate ; 
As honed a ploughman as e*er held a plou);b, 
A& trufty a career as e'er cry'd, Gee-ho. 

Derry down, 8cc. 

So lovingly he with, his cattle agreed. 
That feldom a laih for h>i whip be did need: 
When a man is fn gentle and kin<i tohishi»rfe, 
His vwife may expt£l tSathe'lInotufeheiwoiiie. 
Derry down, &c. 

With indu((ry he has collected the pence, 
Iq thirty good pounds there's a great deal of 

fenfe ; 
And tho' he fufpe^ed ne'er was of a plot, 
None yet in good>humour e'er call'd him a fot. 

Derry down, Sec. 

For brewing k^c hardly (ball meet with his 

fellow, . - 

His beer was well hopt, clear, fubftantialt tni 

mellow; 
He brew'd the good liquvr, (he made the good 

cake, 
And as they have brew'd even (o let *em bake. 

Derry down, ice. 

Your (hoes he can cobble, (he mend your oU 

cidthet. 
And both are ingenious at darning of hofe: 
Then fincehe has gotten the length of her foot, 
As they .mike their own bed, fo pray let 'em { 
go toH. 

Derry dowjiy Sec. 

Bid thf Ii(&fl and lads to the merry brown bowl, | 
WhilftraflKrI of bacon (hall fmoak ontbecoai: 
Then Roger and B>idget, and Robin and Nm, 
Hit *em each on the nofe, with the bofci if 
ye can. 
Derry down. Sec. 

May her wheel and hif plough be fo happily fpedy 
With the bed in the pari (b to hold up their heid: 
May he load his own waggoa with butter ind 

cheefe, 
Wlul(( (he rides to ra;irket with turkies ao4 
geefe. 

Derry down, &c. 

May he be a churchwarden, and yet come tf 

church. 
Nor wheii in his office take on him too mucb: 
May (he meet due refped, without fcoldiog or 

ft rife, 
And live to drink tea with the mini(br's wifie* 

Derry down, &c. 

Rejoice ye good fellows that love a good bit, 
To fes thus nniied the tap and the fpit; 
For as bread is the flaflf of man's life, (o yoo 

know 
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ourtien for fliame grow as hentft as we. 
ry down, &c. 

iigal lo?e be the pride of each fwain, 
-hearted maids have 00 caufe to com- 

"» . . 

hurch pay her dues, to their majcdtes 

oar, 

lagc and rent to the lord of the manor. 

ry down, down j down, derry down. 



SONG 797. 

Vritten by Mr. Hawkins. 

:ak, my mufe, fwertCharlotte'spraife, 
1 all her charms explore; 
beyond thy feeble lays, 
ernes like thefe to foar! 

( e?*ry grace combined, 

ed of alf art J 

i's form, with fcnfe refined 

ptivate the heart ! 

T open, mild and free, 

irt rrplete with truth; 
«c cvVy virtue fee, 
indent with her youth. 

happy he who gains thfRA^ 
'cdlock to iodine; ^^/'^^^ 
pi»r I, could it be ff»^*-> ^5* 
Hcav'n had ftamp'<rJ| "^ -^ 



SONG 798. 

ung in the HoneJI Tcrkjhireman* 

E hither my country fquire, 

e friendly inilfuiSicms trom me: 

The lords fhall idm'.re 

rhy tifte in attire, 

c laflies (hA\\ languifh for the?. 

unting, gallanting, and jaunting, 

frollckiig thou Ihalt fee, 

oil ne'er, jikr a clown, 

ill quit London's I'weet town, 

re in thine own country. 

mming-difh hat provide, 
rtle more brim than Uce : 
hairs on a fide, 
pigtail tvM, 
off thy jolly broad face, 
iiauoliiig, ice, 

St thee a footman^s frock^ 
•I quite up to thy nofc; 
frise like a (hock, 
jlaifter thy block, 
:kle thy (hoes at thy toet. 
fUunling, Scz, 



A brace of ladies fain 
To plcafure thee Aall ftrite; 

jn a chaife and pair 

They /hall take the air. 
And thou on the box flialt drirt* 

Such Haunting, &c. 

Convert thy acres to cafh. 
And faw thy timber down ; 
Who'd k«ep fuch tra(>i, 
And not cut a Aafh, 
Or enj«y the delights of the town ? 

Such flaunting, gallanting, and jaunting^ 
And frolicking thou (halt fee. 
Thou ne*er, like a clown, 
Sh^ll quit London's fweet town. 
To live in thine own country. 



SONG 799. 

Pastora. 

Written by Mr. Nic rolls. 

^ L O N E, by the fide of a murmuring rill. 

That lav*d the gay foot of a primrofy hilt^ 
Paflora beneath a broad popular was laid. 
When Damon in exufy enter'd the fliade.. 

He blefs'd the kind ftar that dire^ed him there. 
And vow*d on his knees (he had long been his 

care; 
He figh'd, and hefworeby the^w^rsorerhead. 
If /he'd blefs him to-day, to-morrow he'd wed. 

She heard his falfc vows, (he believed his foft 

tale — 
Ah! virgins, ne'er venture alone to the vale? 
Leaft you, like Paflora, (hould mourn all the 

year 
For a bloflTom which only a virgin can bear ! 

O'er the maids of the hamlet, the hill and the 

dale. 
And the maids of the town, may Aiy precepts 

prevail! 
May the fwain who'd deceive them hit vicea 

repent, 
And the bofom of Damon defpair of contentl 

Alas ' cruel rake, may his fields wear the. blight. 
May his vines never bear the juice of delight! 
I could wifh, (but 'tis pity his lambkins ihould 

bleed) 
Some rover would ravage his fold for the deed. 



SONG 800. 

Written by Mr. Mavor. 

nr H O U fetting fun, that calls my faif 

To take the cool and ev'ning air. 
With joy 1 hail thy lateft rays. 
That Ihew me where my Chloe ftrays. 

O, let no clouds obfcure the ikies. 

Or noxious exhalations rife! 

But maf fweet flow'it ^\^\<t^\ \Vvt\x V^v^V 

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Let ew*ry teaant of the grovey 
Remind her youthful heart of lorC} 
And er*ry breexe convey a fif b. 
And whifper *tis for her 1 die. 

O ! fweet, tormenting love^ I fed 
Thy wound, which reafoo cannot heal i 
Thy fire, conceard within my brcaf^^ 
Deprives my fiutt'ring heart of reft. 

At evVy glance of ChIoe*8 eyef. 
My boafted rCftflfitton flies : 
And ftill Vm diflldefit to n«ttie 
My inward racks, and fecret flame. 

While Philemela fad complains. 
And pours out all her plaintive ftraimi 
I likewife nidrarn, in lays fincere 
At ever reach*d a female ear. 

Thou fon of Venus, bear my prayVf 
And with thy dart transfix my fairj 
With her fond Twain, O ! make her prove 
The lafting blifs of ardent love. 



SONG Sox. 

J^Hf bright Belinda, hither fly. 

And fuch a light difcover. 
As tnay the; abf^nt fun fupply* 
Ant tlkta thef dr66plng lover. 

Arife, my day, whh fpeed arife. 
And all my forrows banifh ; 

Before the fun of thy bright eyet 
AU gloomy ttnrftrs tanifh. 

Ko longer let me iigh ia vajn, 
And curfe the hoarded treafure : 

IKrhy fhould you love to give us pain. 
When you were made for pleftfurt? 

The petty powVs of bell deftroy, 
Tofave*s the pride of Heaven) 

To you the firft, if you prove coy^ 
Ifkind, the lift is given. 

I'he choice Ch«n fllfft*s ndt hard CO 
Betwixt the gocd and evilj 

Whfch title had you rather take. 
My goddefty or my devil ? 



S O K G Sc2. . 

TM% #KSP4iaiMG tOTSt. 

Writtea by Mr. Hawxi<ii« 

YB fhepherdt adhere to my woe» 

And pity the anguidi I bear) 

Oh! did ye my forrows but know» 

Ye furely wduld grant me a teari 
My Phillity that gMdea'd the plain. 

And li^rmerly gave fueh delight } 
Hat left flae to languifli ia pain. 

And ban j AM me (|uite from her fight. 

Ah ! once fhe was mild at the dove, 
iVb nyaaph wit more faitl^fol and free) 
Aad J eboHght her the goddcft of love. 



Toftether, In grove or in meaJi 
Delighted we travers'd along ; 

While iround xii the her^s were at (ee^i 
Or w^ heard the fweet warblers fong. 

But fl## I arft fkd and fbHoTn, 

My pleafure and pa<liine arie o^tr ; 
For PhiUis rfjeAs me >)^ich fcoi-n, 

And n:7ver will think on me fliore* 
I met her ant day in the dalr^ 

And teiideriy told her my care ) 
But oh I fhe rrje^d my tale, 

Aod bade me go droop and defpairi 

She told iHe that I was uhlcind. 

Yet, tru/^ me, 1 fcarce can tell why^ 
And h'6p*d that foMt fwaifi (Ht fhoold (mi 

That never would caufe her to figh* 
With wonder I gaz'd at the maid. 

For to her I was ever fincere; 
Yet fhe frown *d at whatever I faidi 

So faithlefs, alas ! was my dear; 

Oh ! think) cruel nfaid, I reply*dj 

What vowt y6u htfve ^raffer*d to ite! 
Then why am I feorn'd and deny*d. 

While thus Tni dlflrafted for thee ? 
Remember, one eve in the grove. 

With freedom you valued my truth j 
In tears you then plighted yonr love. 

And fbongly fcgard«d tt'y yottth. 

Then why will you leave me to weepi 

Nur p^cv the anguifh I find ? 
Will PhiJI'i hercrufky keep? 

Ah! tnU iht be rvtr unkind? 
AWit|«,'oh ' rr^tft on mir woe, 

YottT rril'i" fiC longer invoke) 
Vm #«t;»^^ ' jp^ fiiTtfr muft knoiT^ 

And Ce «^tlii To hu\ a lirAke. 

'Twas thm f oB%<ofofn'.i my grief. 

Though frurt'^fs I fflund was my pl<a } 
Fcir ftJU fhe nv'/^r ifttr mr relief. 

Nor longer will fmile upon me : 
Then, fbepherda, fo rural and gayi 

Since my charmer will never be won/ 
Oh 1 give a kind ear to my lay. 

And pity a youth that*t undone. 



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'P H A T all men are b^gart, we plainly mty 

For beggart there are of ev'ry degree, 
Tho* none are fo blefs*d or 10 happy at we. 
Which nobddy can deny* deny ) which ae* 
body can deny. 

The tradefmaa ht begt that hit wares yea 

would buy, 
Then begt yoH*d believe the price is not higbi 
Aad fweart *tia hit trade, when be tells yoa 
a lye 
Which nobody can deny, iee> 

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idy cin dcfly» Uc, 

le begs for n f entfion or placei 
itjc, or fmiir from }|ff grace, 
» merit, *tis writ ia hit /ice. 
>d]r can deny, ^c. 

tap, h^ fhould chance to get none, 

believe that the nation*i undone i 

me honeft man, an4 hinfelf ia 

ic. 

ody dare denyi Ire. 

(km laWoura whole mori^lnp at 

:o create, and much pai||t to can - 

d belieire *tis her natural bl^om* 
Qdy ihoufd <leoy| Hcc 

he begs the dear nymph t^ comply: 
be gone| yet with laogif|ihin| oye 
/ouldiiay, for a majd &'e canU die, 
e but a fool can deny, dcAXi which 
kut a foo) can deny. 



aioly m^rtalt treaTnrt 
happipefs and plaafure^ 
loubtfol to obtiAn t 
dardi i*\(t we meafuitl 
ing wayi toTuIn^ 
» and fiiiding pato* 



s q N c S05. 

Screphoa to Fl4ra» Yonr charms 

; you*re protty, yoa*re plta^ng all 

like rubies, yourchooks llicc the 

tath far moie fweet than Arabia 

•ming, alas' your delight is to teiife s 
ply*d, was. Sir, jult as you pleaie. 

he returned, of rhr pains I cnduxe, 
re the c^ufe, p extend me the cure^ 
fo ilrong, that my reft I forfake, 
U o'erfpreads, now, my once rofy 

coy, then, but give me fomoeafet 
kfs repiy'd &ili, Sir, tuft aa yoM 

(he paid him no greater regard, 
Hon he knew wasdeferviagxoward| 
i^aocing, fainted the fair« 
hat inch treatment no l9a^er he*4 

w/arVlie WQuJd fue on hia kneeti 
kfyffplj'4 itiU, Sir, jaSt m you 



Then feising her hai|d, he ftraight lefl he? alopgi 
While iho carcleA ne^ faid he waa right or «rtt 

wron|t: 
He took her to chnrch, ^ii there made her hia 

wife, 
And vowM he would love her at long as he*4 

life: 
No longer flie thinks that his pafl^oa cancels^ 
Tbo* fheanfwers him ftiil. Sir, 'tis juft as yof 

pleafo. 



SONG 8o6. 

ja riLtci4« 

Written by Mr. Hawkins* 

y HY plaintive pipe, Felici^, ^owt. 

Like Philomela*8 in the i|iade j 
My heart with ardent rapture glowa 
At thy eachanting forename. ' 

Doth melody to thee beloqg? 

In thee m^ fsir it doth refide; 
The tuneful accents of thy to;igne 

Shall ever be thy ihepherd*s pride* 

Eaterpe's child, dear maid, thou ar€» 

And fofteft foother of my care ; 
Thy accenti ftrike l^e Cu^<^*« dart» 

Thou fweetly-charming, lovely fair* 

Then fill thy Damon's, heart with htliftp 
Ah ! let him hear thy melting ftraia | 

Deny him i|ot a bo^n iikf Um»> 

Come chear your flave, and che»r the platfe* 

So doubly tune thy vocal tale. 

And rid me of corrod}i|{ ^ife ; 
Oh ! let me on thy charms regale. 

And make thy (hep^erd bleft for life. 



SONG 807. 

CXLAPOlf J A CA^ITATA* 
RXCITATITI* 

P E N £ AT H a beech's fpreadiog Aade, 

The youthful Celadon waa lasdt 
Hii pipe lay carelefs by hU fide. 
His flock had wander'd far and W|de; 
With iaalt*ring voice, and languid eye^ 
And hanos uplifted^ to the jkiea. 
He foa^— ttnd quicic the groves ar— 4 
Return'd t|ie fouI-diiTolving fou^d* 

Alt* 

Ye pow*ra who mle th!i earthly hellt 
Who hear as whenfoe'er we call. 
Attend my prayer, my grief remove^ 
Qt haughty Delia ^i^|i w\th (pvej 

Let hc^ heart 

But feel WnN iniiCt^ 

Let tun ("V^VlLte M^fikt 

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Let hrr heart crack with pain. 

Till like me flic complain. 

And like me, unrcienced, (he dies. 

Recitative. 

By chance the nymph, to feek'a favourite lamb, 
Which ftray'd that very morning from ir*ji d^m, 
Behind the ihidy tree arrived, and heard 
TKe vciy prayer that he to Hcav'n preferred; 
Fear ihook her mind, and pity touch'd her brcaft, 
And thus her love to Celadon expreft. 

Am. 

Ceaf% fond fliepherd, thy upbraldifif;. 

Call thy ra/h petition back, 
pity nnw my bre^d invading. 

Forbids to keep thee on the rack. 

Love can oe*er be won by railin^y 

But by kindnefs is begot; 
Here let*s cancel each pad fallings 

All my folly be forgot. 

Take my hand, a flave to Hymen, 

I refign me to thy arms. 
Prudes, avaunt! I .think no crime in« 

To fuch love to yield my charms. 



SONG 808. 

THE CHOICE or A FRIEND. 

Written by Mr. Nicholls. 

TTRE Phoebus from Aries dlre6ls his faint 

beams, 
To melt the pale fnow and the ice on the 

dreams. 
This boon (with fubmiHlon) great Jove, ] 

require ; 
May I ne'er want good chear, nor a fiicnd by 

my fiie! 
If my purfe fliould prove ligh% and my cellar 

be dry, 
May I ne'er want a patron to deal a fupply ! 
So Ben fane of old, his pptitlon wis heard. 
And relief from the ha.id of good Falkland 

appeared. 

In chufmgthat friend, PaUa*, thou be my guide; 
O! ihield me from folfy, from ignVance, and 

pride; 
From the wretch who will fmile in your face, 

whild hit heart 
Is the fource of deceit, and the ftore-houfe 

of ?rt;. 
From the cold flinty bofom, that ne*er heav'd 

a figh 
When the forrowful wreck of oppreiHon was by. 
I alk not fuch trifles, Minerva, as thefe; 
Thy ne'er meet my eye, but they rob me of eafe. 

I a/k not the Atheift (bright f uthor of blifs) 

C/mJJ that's obaoxioui, deftni me from this*, 

ATor the gloomy /uiatJck, conventicle thing, 

From who fe errors zthaufind abfurditiesfpring 

JaOcnot the fribble, averfe to the b6wl, 

^tthe cn£c,o^eTUsi, with bit Cbloc condole 



I aflc not the man to opinion a flave. 

Nor volatile rattle, nor one who's too grave. 

I a/k not the gamefter, the r«»t, nor the fool; 
Nor he who'i to party or f^dlion a tool: 
The man, mighty pow'r, I would chufe far 

my friend. 
Should be one on whofe faith I could always 

depend ; 
Who'll not favour the caufe that he knows is 

not right. 
Nor will flacrer an afs to be recknn'd polite; 
Whodircstobehoncft when times arc thcworft; 
Such a one could i meet with, my frienJibip 

I'd truft. 

His mind I'd have fraught with a ilore of 

good fenfe; 
Weil read, aiid his manners he free from offsnce: 
His tongue ihould the didUtes of virtue obey. 
And rtrafon reclaim him whenever alhay. 
If fuch I eouid meet, I would conflantly firive, 
Untainted to keep the dear blcHing altve; 
And when thou ihalt bid me relin^uiib my , 

bfeath, 
I'd chearfully fmile upon friendfhip in death. 



SONG 809. 

QF all the things beneath the fun. 

To love's the greareft curfe : 
If one's deny'd^ then he's undone ; 

If not, 'tis ten times worfe. 
Poor Adam, by his wife, *cis known. 

Was trick'd fome years ago; 
But Adam waa.iiat^ck'd alone, ., ^ * 

For all his ^ons were fo. 

Lovers the ftrangeft fools are made. 

When they their nymphs purfue, 
Which they will ne'er believe, till wed| 

But then-~alas! 'tis true: 
They beg, they pray, and they adore. 

Till weary'd out of life; 
And pray, what's all this trouble for? 

Why, truly, for a wife. 

How od^ a thing's a whining fot. 

Who ii^hs in gieatcft need, 
For that which, foon as ever got, 

Do?s make him C-^h ir-.^eed ! 
£ach male's an an^-I whilfV (he's woo'd| 

But when the woo-ng's done. 
The wif", inftcad of fle/b and blood. 

Proves nothing but a bone. 

Ills, more or lifs, in human life. 

No mortal man can (hun; 
But when a man has got a wife, 

He has them all in one. 
The liver of Prometheus 

A gnawing vulture fed ; 
A fable, that the thing was thus, 

The poor old man was wed. 

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I drettty that to hit fli«re 
wife w'lW fall ; 
I the famc» f«ich» to a hair, 
' are women aU. 

the renfelf ia enpty nokti 
loing iioM begtiiy 
le might beg th« ftocki 
;y woo Id let him ia. 
ovtr yf D may fay, 
s no cheating phia; 
t looks do ofc betrayy 
I like what he it. 

a glafs of wine doth give 
ike him that gainfays) 
le wcochefty fprung from Eve^ 
in all their days. 
to lovers here's a glaft^ 
r, they need no curfe 1 
s he may wed hit lafsj 
can wiih him worfe. 



SONG 8io. 

Vitten by Dean SwirT. 

ly luicle, I pray now difcover 
las been the caufe of yoar woetf 
ine and you whine like a lover f 
Molly Mogg of the RoTel 

yoar grief is bot foUy» 
yoa may find better prog; 
rn there will get you a Mollyy 

much bett^ than Mogg* 

•boy*s delight is a play-day, 
iol-ffiafter*s joy is to flog} 
delight of a lady, 
e is In fwect Molly Mogg. 

*p leads the trav*]er a-gadding 
tch^ and thro* quagmire and bog ^ 
It can e*er fet me a-madding^ 
Byes of my fwect Molly Mogg, 

I in other men's breechet 
neftcrt will paum and will cog ; 
them none of their riches, 

D my fwect Molly Mogg. 

'hzt*s half-wounded is ranging^ 
q4 there leaps like a frog; 
rt can never be changing, 
tti on fweet Molly Mogg. 

t by vlts 'tis recited, 
men, at heft, are a dogj 
t fo eafily frighted 
ing my fweet Molly Mogg, 

en I am inditing, 

upid, and gives me a jog^ 

II my paper with writing • 
Dg but fweet Molly Mogy* 

a lovo to diftraAion,- 

t are loA in a fog^ 

tag can Sad Yatisfa^ion, 

i^hti 9fmy Tweet Molly Mogg* 



If I would not give up the three gracei* 
I wi(h I ^ere bang'd like a dog. 

And at court all the drawing-room faces, 
For a glance at my (weet Molly Mogg. 

For thofe faces want nature and fpirlt. 
And feenxat cut 04it of a log; 

Juno, Venus, and Pallat*t merit 
Unite in ray fweet Molly Mogg. 

Were Virgil alive with hit Phillis, 
And writing another Eclogue; 

Both his Phillit and fair Amaryllit 
HfL^ give for my fweet Molly Mogg. 

When Molly comes up with the liquor. 
Then jealoufy fats me a-gog \ 

To be fure fiie*s a bit {mx the vicar. 
And (b I fluii lofe Moliy Mogg. 



SONG 8it. 

TRX roKSAXBN MAIO } A CAVTATA. 

Written by Mr. Hawk ins. 
Rkcitativb. 

^ H ! whither Aall I fly to find relief? 

It there no care for wrerchedne ft and grief? 
My deareft Dorila* has prov'd untrue. 
And what, alatl mnft hapleft Sylvia do^ 
Fool that I was to truft perfidious man, 
Whoffrlalie dififenabling love our hearts trepan 1 
Ah ! then they leave ui »n a wretched ftate! 
Ye oympht, take waf oing, ere it if too late. 

Ajk. 

How fevere it my afli^oa, 

Thut to wander in defpair; 
Gods, give ear to my dIreftioRf 

CeaA, ah ! caafe a maiden*! care. 

Did the youth know how I languifh. 

He «ool4 furely give relief; 
Turn again, and eafe my anguiih^ 

Succour my diihafs and grief. 



SONG Sti. 

'p H E charmi of Florimel 
No force of time or art 
Shall fever from my hearty 
Bot ever to the woiid 1*11 tell 

The charmi of beauteous FloriflUl* 

Each rock and funny hill, 
The fiow*ry meads and groves^ 
Shall fay Myrtillo loves; 
And echo fliall be taught to tell 

Tht charms of beauteoot Florlffld* 

Each tree within the valoi 
That on it*t banks doth wear 
The ti\utn|\i% o^ m^ UNx^ 
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Each brook and purling rill. 
Shall on it*s bubbling flream 
Convey the vir;tn*t name; 
Andy ai it rolli, in nnurmurs tell 

The charms of beauteous Florimtl* 

The fvUan gods, that dwell 
Amidft this facred grovtfy 
Shall wonder at my love; 
While cv'ry found confpircs to tell 

The charms of bcauceout Florimel. 



SONG 813. 
Written by Mr. D. Best. 

^^ HEN ihrubs dl 1 bbdom, fields were green. 

And ev*ry thing was gay. 
All native reaped the fruits of fpnog» 

And haiPd tlie wtlco'nc May; 
The little birds quite lively were, 

*Thcv tun'd the'r downy throats. 
The I Ilk. high-fearing in the air, 

With chrarfuf, . 'c. fing notes; 

The bleating (beep wne heard around. 

The lambs did /kip and play. 
In fportive innocence combined 

To hail the welcome May; 
When Nancy fair attended was 

By her adoring fwain t 
With fparkiing eyes, and tender look^ 

He told to her his pain. 

He faid, that he co«ld take 00 reft 

Without ihe would relent. 
With bluHies that adorn*d her cheek. 

The fair-one gave confeot. 
To Hymen's altar they repaired. 

Where love did join their hands} 
And now they live fecure from harm. 

In wedlock's happy bandf. 



,S O N C 814. 

PJASTE! fweet nymph, the eve Invitei, 

Jocund let us tread the dale ; 
There to blend in fweet delights. 

The foft c arefs and tender talc. ^ 
Free from guile, devoid of art. 

Are thy (hcpherd's Ample ways; 
My fond lips fliall fpeak my heart, 

Wl^i^ I tell MeliOa's praife. 

Hark! the bird on )onderfpray. 

Chanting out it's warbling notes ^ 
Pouring in fweet melody, 

Malic from it's little throat. 
It*a wild lays are unconfin'd, 

£v*ry fttanger drinks the ftream; 
Thou flialt all poflefs my mind, 

Be thy Corin'a only theme. 

Stef the Aock, thy ibepherd*s ftore. 
All io fnowy ffeeces dreR, \ 

X^e me wtlh them more and more« 
Jifc'er CMS nutoh thy virgia bieaft* 



Lambkins fportive alt around. 

Looking fweet fimpiicity. 
In thrir bofoms is not found 

Tii' innocence which dwells in thee. 

See the ivy, how it twir.ea 

Round the oak— it*s tendrils due; 
Thus Melifia! were you mine. 

My fond arms fliould circle you.— 
The maiden fmiTd, no more delay'd. 

Gave her hand wich joy and glee; 
Through the dell we fondly ILray'd, 

Conilant, happy, blithe, and free. 



SONG 815. 

QR E AT Jove, in merry mood, once fsii, 

Enthron d on hii.h Olympus filling, 
Ht'd form one lovely mori^i miid, 

With ail the female graces niting: 
Hi« fpnufet ilUnarur'd Juno, wept. 

While Venus, l.-vrly c eature, Uugh*d; 
But Jove his promife fairty tccpt. 

And nam'd the lair.one, Nancy Taft. 



S O N O 816. 

yOUNG Polly was the blitheft naid 

That tript it o'er the plain ; 
But now to cruel griePs betray*d| 

By Damon's cold difdain. 
And till of late, was always free 
To fing the charms of liberty. 
Each love-taught ibepherd i^rove to tell 

jHis paflion in the glade. 
And vow*d her beauty did excel 

Bright Venus, faireil.maid. 
But Polly ftill continu'd free 
To fing the charms of libetty. 

Till Damon, with his fleecy care, 
By chance pafs'd by that way ; 

She raw«*fhe lov'd— Ahl haplcfi fair^ 
No longer is (he gay; 

Nor can ihe boaft of being free 

To fing the charms of liberty. 

For now, dejeded and forlorn. 

The nymph is left to rove ; 
With Philomel, at eve and morn, ^ 

To moan her hopelefs love. 
And Polly, now, no longer free. 

Laments the lofs of liberty. 



SONG 

Written by W. C- 



817. 



T E T coxcombs boaft of painted bellef| 

Whofe cheeks with rofes vie ; 
Their pleafing bloom will foon be o'er. 
Will wither, pine, and die. 

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:h eodearttent try t 
a faithful heart enchant 
irelj Betfey Goy ? 

ith her I crofj the mead, 
ec ! (the Tir^ins cry) 
•py youthful Colin fcems, 
bleft with Betfey Guy. 

therds ai! admire the maid, ** 
ymphs to p!eafe her try ; 
:he pride of Chelmer*s bankf^ 
point to Betfey Guy. 

s Polydore was bleft; 

9t fo bleft as J, 

alkitag round yon flow*ry mead 

pretty Betfey Guy. 

It enj«y that pomp and ftatt 
bich vain mortals figh } 
I'd in a defert live 
charming Betfey Guy. 

r blifs on earth I nfkf 

her Vd live and die | 

I take all your favonrt backy 

re ttkt Betfey Guy. 



SONG 818. 

THE rLAlNTJVE SWAIN. 

kfemoryof Mr. John Cunningham. 
Written by Mr. Hawkins. 

id-— on the banks, by the ftream, 
had pip'd for the ffiepherds loo long} . 
how delightful bis theme, 
iiocence brightenM his fongt 
>w conld be wifh to rehe^irf^ 
lefTons (o lofty and wide ? 
hillis was fond of hit verfe^ 
latore fat down by his fide ? 

lia, bow cou*d you miftake 

*an bid you ftick to your ftrain ? 

)u leave the white fwans on the lake, 

it the delights of the plain f 

t honeft Colin, you found 

ime like your Phillis's praifej 

ts came creeping around, 

ten, and envy your lays. 

were their eflfbrts to try 
py thy foft-foothing t^rains) 
ill they were wont to deny, 
vretched reward for their pains: 
>lin, thy mafic was fweet, 

melody glided along j 
Timrofes hloom'd at thy feet, 
hepherds ftood by in a throng* 

nphs, too, came flocking the while> 
their cou when rhey dweit in the dale\ 
Si of them teemed to fmile 
jayg they received from (he tale j 



But now you have bid them adiea ! 

Death hss feis'd yo« a viAim away; 
While in forrow they langoiih for yooy 

And weep wherefoever they ftray. 



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SONG 819. 

Written by Mr. Nicrolli. 

LOVELY Maria, Ikilful maid, 

Whenever you touch the tuneful ckordty 
To fpeak the rapture that's convey'd. 
Is not within the force of words. ^ 

Whene'er you turn Admetus o'er. 
And tune your Handel's Spira Ji\ 

We think on worldly things no more* 
Our thoughts are fixt above the iky* 

Nor do yon charm our race alone. 

You tempt (at hand) the gentle dore \ 

Who fits attentive to each tone, 
Then flies, and fills his cote with love* 

The furly cur that keeps thy door, 
When you e/Tay thole pow'rs fo fweet^ 

Bays at the pafling clown no more^ 
But fawns and frolicks at his feet* 

Thus, like Cecilia, facted fair, 

And Orpheus, mighty with the lote^ 

You eafe the human foul of care. 
And melt the bofom of the brute. 

Goon, dear maid, tune Handel's ftraina; 

SiDce fuch foft charms around thee wait| 
To turn our thoughts from thefe low plains^ 

And fit OS for a better ftate. 



SONG 820. 

A WlLCR LOTK-SONG* 

3 O M B fing Molly Mogg of the Rofe, 
And call her the Oakingham Pelic} \ 

Whilft others do ferfes compofe 
On peautifbl Molly Lepelle. 

Put of all the yonog firglns fo fair. 
Which Pritain's crete monarchy owns; 

In peauty there's none to compare 

With hur charmiof tear Gwiaifrid Shonei* 

Uncnviet the fplentit contition 
Of princes that fit upon thrones s 

The higheft of all hur ampition 
Ifs the lofe of- fair Owinifrid Shones* 

Pold mortals'the clobe will fearch ofer 

For cold and for tiamond ftones; 
Put hur can more treafure tVfcofer 

in peautiful Gwimfrid Shones. 

From the piggefl- crete mountain in Pntaiii 
Hur would fenture the preaking hur pones» 

So that the foft lap hor might fit on 
Of peautiful Owinifrid Shones* 

Not the nightittgale's ^ittftsl note 

Can ex^icCa Vvm ^om %V^t\L\iv Vxawms^ 
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Hur lofe ifs than koner fmr fwetter» 
And hur it no Shenkio ap drones { 

Pat hur woaid Itpour in proic and in mctrey 
To praifc hur temr Gwtnifrid Shones* 

Am the harp of Saint Tarit (iirpaflef 
Thr pugpipes poor tweetles tnd cronei; 

So Lrpelle, Molly Mo^, and all lalTet, 
Are excelPd by hur Gwinifiid Shooea. 



SONG tzi. 

DSSPAIB. 

Written by Mr. Ma rot* 

\{ftty ihinet the moon with filver ra/y 

Amid her ilarry fplendort gay I 
Why trills the nighttog ale her iiote« 
And ftrains her fwcet mellifluoos throat I 
Why breathes the inceofe of the grofCf 
On me, a JIave to care and lotc! 

Now foowy bloflbmi clothe tha year, 
in verdant vefture oieadf appear j 
Fa?onian galea, and tepid Aow*rs» 
Revive the gaudy, ftntlingfiowVii 
All nature wantons in her blaomy 
While I, alone, bewail my doom* 

Ye deeply-piercing froftt returny 
And freeze each Na'ud in her uro; 
The tender bloflbma tear away. 
Deform the fields linleaf the fpray; 
And O ! if able, chill this flame» 
That burnt my heart, and OMrt my frame | 
Root out tha feada of am*ro«a fire. 
And quench both ftar and fond delift« 

B«t Ah 1 in Tain I beg your aid» 
My heart your rigour can*t pervade ; 
Like Hecla, *midft eternal fnowiy 
With uneztinguiih*d heat it glows. 

What can I pray 1 where turn my eyes! 
Ye howling winds infuriate rife I 
With tenfold ra^ impetuous fwaep 
The furrowM bofom of the deep i 
Let fpiry trees from land be toroy 
And on your winged fiirfes borne) 
That in the aggravate rear. 
My fatal lofs I may depllbre ; 
Vnhoeded blend my frantic voicCy 
With gen*ral Ihrieks, and hadeoua aoife* 



SONG Sxi. 

^ O M E« my fairefty leans of me. 

Learn to give and take the bliu; 
Come, my love, here*a aone but wej 
1*11 inftma tkee how to kift. 

Why tun from oae that dear hct f 
Why that Wnfliy and dowatfaft eye? 

Come> come, meet my tfbnd embraccy 
And the mutual raptaie'uy* 

Throw th;r Jovel/ tmmng aima 
Round my ntckf ornund my waift) 
A nd whill^ I devour thy charms, 
LetmecIvUJ/ ke $mkTU*44 



Then when fofc ideas rife, 

And the gay defires grow #roaf $ 
Let them fparkle tn thy eyes, 
Let them murmur from thy toagie* 

To my breaft with rapture cling, 
Look wifh tianfporton my face} 

Kifs me, prefs me, cv'ry thing 
To endear the fond embrace. 

EvVy render name of love. 
In fofc whifpers let me hear; 

And let fpeaking nature prove 
Ev*»y ektafy fin cere. 



SONG S23. 

A GOOO-PILLOW*t WILC. 

3HOULD Idieby the fbrce of good wine, 
'Til my will, when 1 fall, that a tun be a 
ihrine; 
And for the age to come, 
Engrave this ftory on my tomb 1 
Here lies a body once fo brSve, 
Who with drlokii^'madc his grave* 

Since thus to die will purchafc famey 
And raifean -everhKling name. 

Drink, drink away, and dare'te be Bob 
interred: 
Let mifers and flavet 
Sneak into their graves, 
And rot in a dirty church-yard. 



S O N G Sa4. 

Written by the Eabi of DoaitT. 

^T noon, on a foltry fommer*s day. 

The brighter lady of the May, 
Youag Chlorify innocent and gayy 
Sat knotting in a (hade* 

Each (lender fioger play*d it*s part 
With fuch aftivity and art. 
As would ijiflame a youthful hearty 
^ And warr(i the moft decay*d. 



Her fav*ritt fwain by chtnce < 
He faw no anger in har eye; 
Yet whea the bafliful boy drew nighy 
She would have teemed afraid. 

She let her ivory heedle fall. 
And hurl*d away the tw^fted ball i 
But ftraight gave Strephon fuch a cafly 
As wou'd have raited the dead. 

Dear gentle youth, is*t none bat thee? 
With innocence I dare be free : 
By fo much truth and modeftf 
No nymph was e*er betrayed. 

Come, lean thy head upon my lapy 
While thy fmooth cheeks I ftroke aad dap. 
Thou may*ft fecurely take a nap t 
Which he, poor fool! obeyM. 

She faw him ^awtt^and heard him fnore| 
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; fhall rewarded W| 

f doll fidelicy, 

ee with my flockify not me: 

hy grazing trade. 

hy goaOy and ihear thy ibeepy 
all night thy flock f to keep j 
no more be luU'd afleep 
niftaken maid* 



SONG 825. 

:rucl creature) why fo beat 
X a tender health 
d title yoo relent, 
owa in rain hit dart. 

Of foola in coorts be grtat^ . 
let armies move ) 
ii*d Wave no other baity 
le vows and love. 

endleft charms yoo lay 
le that's their due ^ 
ibtmfelvet too poor to pay» 
ind worlds too tew. 

IBon Without vice^ 

djifuife or art, 

if true lore's yoar price, 
: in my heart. 



SO N Q ts6. 

AND OILIAS A rAtTOAAL. 

/ritten by Mr. D. Bsit. 
Damon. > 

ight in the m^ra are Avrora't fay 
i» 

ft peeping behind yonder hill f 
tnt the leftre, how biight tm behold! 
>e]ia forpaflbf them ftiU. 

Dili A. 

■ty, how vain, the mere tinti of a 

■Mid yet more vaip, to her 00ft, 
d of che favour ord«in*(i her by fate, 
rttte, dearvirttie, is loft! 

each fwain^thc weak maid to be- 

h patience will hear the fofc tale ! 
eaod flatter by nature they're Uught, 
pbfiioa will ever prevail. 

Damon. 

»r ^prDelh fofpea my fyn4 heart, 
It tb€ fkain of my feK\ 
9tnf tale of fome artful •Id may. 
rorem/ft/rmaidtppcrplea, * 



Let my Delia doubt that the ftara tftvrd tighty 
And believe the fun deftin*d to be 

For ever confln*d to one part of the f lobe. 
But ne*er doubt my fincerity. 

DXXIA. 

How unarmed my weak fez *ga1nft your am 
are prepared \ 

Ah I how eafy and apt to believe! 
By falfhood ,they*re tfften entic*d to a fnaie, 

With.promifes meant to deceive. 

Forbrar, honeft'Damon, defpife the bafe ar^ 
Nor ftrive a weak maid to betrav } 

Rafli vows are repented whenever they're made. 
And promifes fly with the day. 

If virtue's ftem rale we but once difobey. 
And fwerve from the pattern of troth \ 

We're blam'd for complying, by all yo«r bafe 
fex, 
Aftd cenfur'd by ev'ry falfe youth« 

' Bamon, 

Believe me, coy matd, that mj rowa aic at Crtt 
At the fun to the coorfe of the day; 

And if Delia Aould farther fofped my 'fbtt4 
heart, 
Tm ready to aafwer. Obey* 

Dblia. 

Since Damon it faithful, ye nympbe, Dl ht 
kind. 

And blefs, if I can, thrdear youth | 
What pUafure fo great, at to anfwer, llbej.; 

And yield, when commanded by tniUi. 

Damon. 

What fays my dear Delia, to-morrow lefa hoA«9 
Where Hymen our hands Ihall uniu? 

DlLIA* 

Ye gods, I'll with rapture the fummooa obeyt 
Aod anfwer the prieft with delight! 

Both. 

Ye gods, ril with rapture the fonimona obcf, 
And anfwer the prlcft with delight! 



SONG 827. 

\ffA% love a fweet paftioa, Jiow Ucft ihoold 

1 be; 
No mortal could e*er be fo happy as me ! 
But O it tormeats me, it tortures my breaft^ 
It riftea my ittSitx^ \\ x^^ m<t <^l tkSlX 

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Buffoon ai-I found, \y the pride of ker hearty 
That her bloom tnd her beauty were governM 
by art, 

I then took my leare of this prodigal dame, 
And ft rove all I coold to eattnguifh the flame ; 
But ftill on my thoughts her fweet coaverfe re- 
mains i 
So love it a bufdea, and heavy the chains. 

Then hear, O ye youths, and this maiins pur- 

fue; 
Let beauty ne*er fway you, nor pride e*er fub- 

due: 
But place your affeftlons where virtue remains; 
Then love will be pleafiog, and eafy the chains. 



SONG S28. 

Written by Mr. Lzmoink. 

•pHE fprightly eye, the rofy cheek. 
The dimpled chin, and look fo meek, 

A namclefs grace and air; 
The ruby lip In fweetnefi dre<l. 
The foftly-fwelling angel breaft; 

All tbefe adorn my fair. 

See what unnumberM beautie's rove 
Around each feature of my love. 

And fire my rapt'rous foul ! 
Ten thoufand fweets her looks dSfdofe, 
At ev*ry glance my bofom glows. 

And yields to love's centroul. 

Tuft heavens ! why gave ye charms like thefe. 
With evVy grateful arc to pleafe. 

To one whom rigid fate. 
Permit* me not to tell my pain. 
But makes me fear the cold difdaia 

Of her I wifli my mate. 

Curfe on the fordid thirft of gold! 
When tendVeft paffionf all are fold 

To win the world^s applaufe; 
When, for defire, and love, and joy. 
Low int*reft ihall it's pow'rs employ^ 

And gain th* ignoble caufe. 



SONG 829. 

1^ H I LE harmony's echo refounds 

In fche vallici where innocence reigns. 
Where health and contentment abounds, 

And the birds charm the hills and the plains j 
How delightful the fweets that are known ! 

When retirement it's pleafures difplays, 
Bv*ry blefling below, we mnft own. 

It centered in that happy way. 

Tho' mufic the favage may charm, 

And diCperfe dreary thoughts from the miadi 
*Tis red rem en c aioo e can d i farm, 
An^ reHriin the grand foe of mankind j 
For contentment thoCe joys will refine ^ 
iVhJcb pence nnd retirement doth Wiin^ 



When a current of pleafuret comtfii* 
To flow from fo pleating a fpring* 

Fsmp| honour, and grandeur defpife« 

If plf>afares innate wr purfue; 
No blefllngs will truly fuflice 

By coveting all in our view ; 
Wich filendfliip^s few font Ut me dwell 

la a homely retreat, to enjoy ; 
In vain pomp 1 would never excel. 

For that muft contentment deftroy. 



SONG 830. 

^ H AT pleafure I feel when fe^uefter*d frofli 
town. 

Where nought but coafufion and difcord ii 
known ! 

BlefsM wich health and contentment, no aor- 
tal I fear j 

Vm more happy than thofe who have thavfaa^i 
a year. 

If perchance a dark cloud hovers ovtt the dsj^ 

At night with good ale it will vaniih away. 

Tho' memly, to great ones, my cottage nsy 

feem. 
Sufficient for me that it*s decent and clean: 
Without the vain (how of an elegant maofioB, 
Unnoticed Tli pafs thro' the world's wide ex- 
panfion. 
If perchance, &c. 

By various delights which no forrowcan bring, 
My body's relaxed from autumn to fpring; 
Retrofpc^ng with pleafure the years whicb 

are gone, 
I look for enjoyment in thofe yet to come. 
If perchance, &c. 

When age has o'er-reach'd oie, and mirth h >• 

more. 
And time hath allow'd me to run out fouHcort; 
I'll fet down contented, of Providence crave 
That I may in quiet go down to my grave. 
For 1 heed not the thooghts of my laii gUeoif 

day; 
While my confcience is clear 'twill vanifli away. 



S O N'G 831. 

A CtATEFUL «>FUSf01*. . 

Written by Mr. NicHOLts. 

WHEN I behold, at vernal tide. 

The halefonae herbage fpring. 
Note how the tree's with leaves fupply*d» 
My fancy takes the wing j 

Grateful 1 meet the April Aowcr } 

Chearful, at rifing day, 
I trace the lawns, and kifs the flowert 

Which make the feafon gay. 
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• name of gratitude, . 
r drains Til fing, 
holf kindnefs hai renew'd 
!-inrptring fpringf 

the bows wuh bloom to teamy 
•uits that bloom to yield ; 
, in fummer-time, the ftream^ 
r the hanreft-field \ 

n the hanrrft time it ^aft^ 
s a golden ftorr, 
y makes the plenty laft 
imer brings ut more ! 

I praif;, above all powVs, 

c whofe bounteous will, 

lid not decic the dale with Aow*rf9 

▼eft clothe the hill. 



SONG S31. 

£ R S, thro* too moch priic or V 
rfail of indijiation 
their children far above , 
'el of their ftatioo* 
•r to the dancing-fchooj 
nd bis aukward daughter, 
what he (bould give the fooly 
ch her well hereafter. 

he wench by am*rous fighf 
s (he's ripe and ready, 
t and in boree lies 
'tune of my lady. 
I, the wanton dumfey Ufy 
:ing life defpifes, 
IT chufing to be bafe^ 
Is before ihe rifes. 

Lhe hoyden had been bred 

ladle and the needle, 

\ not then have been milled^ 

e, kifi, and wheedle. 

e thofe parent! a£^ awry, 

the main deceive *em, 

d their children proudly high, 

tie have to give *em. 



SONG 833. 

Sung In Comu\. 

rj hill, in ev*ry grove, 
g the margin of each ftrean^ 
jcious fcenes of former love, 
n, and Damon is my theme. 
, the groves, the ftreams remaifl| 
}m there I feek in vain. 

he moiTy cave I fly, 
to my fwain I oft have fung, 
I'd the browfing goats to fpyi 
' the airy fteep th<ry hung. ' 
jr cave, the goati remain, 
*a there J feek in vj'ia, 

the trembling vale J pa/t, 
to fee the weU-kaowa dudCf 



I weep, and kifs the bended graft, 

Whare love and Pamon fondly play*d« 
The tale, the (hade, the grafs remain. 
But Damoa there I feek in vaie. 

From hill, from dale, each charm is fled. 
Groves, flocks, and fountains pleafeno more. 

Each flower in pity droops it*a bead. 
All pature does my lofs deplore. 

All, all reproach the faithlefs fwain. 

Yet Demon ftili I feek in vain* 



SONG 834.. 

FLOKA ANP. LVCXNDA; A rASTOXAL. 

Written by Mr. Matok* 

RXCITATIVK. 

QN Avon*! bank, beneath the beecheii fliide. 
Two beauteous maids in penfive nx>o4 

were laid ; 
Each mourned the absence of her faithfm fwaioy 
And caft her longing eyes o^er all the plain: 
But no fond Damon bleft his FIora*s eyes ; 
Or young Alexis flopt Lucinda's fighs. 
At length, to chafe the tedious hours away. 
By turns they tune thei» throats, by turifa 

they play } 
While the charm'd river check*d it*s flowiif 

waves. 
And crept on flowly thro* the meads it laves. 
Eager to hear, their flocks around them throng. 
While love and mufic thus inform*d their 

tongue. 

FtOKA. 

Ye innocent flocks that feed all aroand. 
You nuy ramble and ftray where you pletfe^ 

And think yourfelves happy, you feel not the 
wound 
That rp^a me of comfort and eafe. 

O Damon 1 come quickly, and pity the la(f 

Who dies at your tedious dehy ; 
*Tis your prefence that fweetly can make tof 
time pafs, 

'Tis your abfence that brings my difmay. 

Did yeu know the keen anguifli 4ad paine 
that I feel, 
The tortures and racks of my breaft $ 
The* your heart were as hard as the flint Of 
the ftee). 
You would haften to foothe me to reft* 

LUCINPA. 

Now fair is the bloom on the trees. 

Now bright are the tints of the flow'fi| 
Now gentle the breath of the breese. 
And the eglantine fweet after fliow*nk 

Now Ma^in \t*%\»e^^^t^ iL^^tw*^ 

The cHofifteia c\v^tit xWtf \V^ aSa \ 
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If you afk Rattan make me tUnk fo-* 
'Tis becaafe ray Alexis is gone ; 

*Tis his akfence that makes my tean flow. 
While 1 feed thcfe few iambkina aJMU. 

Rkcitatxtx. 

Advancing (lowly o*er th* adjacent irt^ 

By chance their (ktf^rdt eaflWy t» hear 

their tale; 
Charmed into fi^n^e, *midft th* embownng 

(hade, 
'Whofe boughs thick-waving mantrd o*er their 

heady 
They laid them down to liften to the ftraina 
That eai*d them of their cares, their fears, 

aod paina. 
Th»fc ft rains now finiih*dy love condemned 

their ftay j 
Sack to hia miftrefa wi»gs hia rapid way, 
AoA Uafp'd hu ia his arma.— Fair maids, 

they faid, 
Jd truck and noat fimpKdty arvay*d § 
Yovfearadilaaiiai yotkranxiouidoahtsgive o*er$ 
Your fii«i»hefds are retora*d« to part oo aaore. 
No roor|to^party fince chance has now reveard 
The foeCngs of your kraafta* folongconccard) 
Ko more to part, fiace Iove*a foft fway yoa own» 
And deign our ardent vows at length to crown. 
LtftfaAion treat with fcom the virgin^s iigha» 
Her love-dejeded looks, and flowing eyes ; 
Or ufie her paffion to compleat her flkame, 
Aad wreck it*s honour for a tranfieot flame. 
• Sach arts there are ^ but we thofe arts difdaia, 
For innocence and truth abjure their reign. 
Then, oh ! fair maids, in Hymen make ut bieft. 
And mutual love ihaJl always Are the breaft. 
The f wains thus fpoke, the hiulhing maids 

coaaply'd i 
Amd Uv'd with pleafure, with compofare ^*d. 

AlK* 

From heucc, ye tender virgins, leirtt 

To bleCs the gen'rous heart j 
Treat not the paflSoa with difdain. 

Nor play the coquette's part. 

The fouls that Heav*n has formed to twlae 

la love^ delfghtful bands. 
Will never give each'other grief. 

Bat jom their hearts and hands. 



T'other day, as I fat beneath a grten fiiadi 
He prefs'd my hand gently, and caird ma i 

maid : 
Hit words, and his looks, and his anions af 
And I love the dear ihepherd, becaufe 

loves me. 

The morn now invites, to the ihade Til rep^ 
And furely my Damon will follow me there 
Should he ur|^e hia fond fuit, we ihali qaid 

agree j 
ril marry ny fliepherd becaufe he loves ae. 



SONG 836. 

Written by the Earl of Don sit. 

pHILLIS, for fhame, let us improve, 

A thoufand^difl^erent ways, 
Thofc few fliort moments, fnatch'd by fc)fc, 
From many tediooa days. 

If you want courage to defpi A 

The cenfures •( the grave ^ 
For all thofe tyranta of your eye% 

Your heart is bat a flave. 

My love is fall of noble pride j 

Nor can it e*er fubmit 
To let that fop, difcretioa, ride 

In triamph over it. 

Falie friends I have, as well as yau. 

That daily counfel me. 
Fame and ambition to purfue, 

Aad leave oflF loving thee : 

But when the leaft regard I fhow 

To fools who thas advife. 
May I be dull enough to grow 
Moft mi(erably wife. 



S O N O «35. 

Song at VAvzHAtu 

UO W pleafing's my Daman, how charming 
•" his face I 
, Adom*d with iWaet teila^ and hcdtckM with 

Back graced 
Hia mannert are gentle, engaging, and fret ; 
And wliat it ftill better, the ikrphcfd4avea me. 

Tbo* pUintive hh ibng, ft drives forvew %mv)\ 
To hear hit fweet voice J could liften aU da>f \ 
JatwayM am hwppf when Damon I fee \ 
ihte c/ie/ouAjr ik^kerd,btcalil(k€loa«ft'mc• 



S O N G 837'. 

BI.VS-XY*P NANCY. 

Safig at Vavxhall. 

'p H E flow*r oi females, beauty ^s ^aceal 
Who fe^s thee fare muft prize thecj 
Tho* thou art dreft in robes but mean. 

Yet thefe caaaot difgaife theet 
Thy graceful air, and moded look. 

Strike evVy (hepberd*s Aincy O; 
ThottVt match for fquire, for lord, of dakit ^ 

My lovely hlae^ey^d Nancy O. 

Oh ! were I bat fome fb^oherd fwaittf 

To feed mv flocks befidc thee. 
To tend my meep apon the plain^ 

In milking to abide thee ; 
rd think myfelf a happier man, 

With ihee to pleafe my fancy Oy 
Than he that hugs his thoufanda ten» 

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onTcfst aid f^ill carefs, 
f$ chat rtrikcs my fancy O ! 
are joyk, aaU iHIl loulc IclV, 
M with bUe-ey'd Nancy O. 



SONG 838. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

ra's fragrant bowtr, 

deir (ixi^hcrdf haf^c away : 

rph'rus fao& each fl.iw'r, 

the dew-dtops trom eacn Tpray. 

is the hours along, 

I fpring bedecks (he grove : 

with her eariy long 

le milkmaid'a caie» of love. 



SONG 839. 

Written by the Editor. 

you, my fair, demand the l:ijr» 
ruie your ihepherd's voice^ 
c%nnot diiobey 
e€t of hii choice. 

noc, deareft maid, the lovQ 
cnful Scrcphon bea^, 
>u needs mu*^ difapprove 
lio which meets your ears- 
is he to reach the heart 
ufic's pow*rful charm ^ 
s to pulfcti an art 
afon mi^hc dilarui. 

he heart his numbers flovi^, 
irHi may be rhe lound j 
» his plain;) ve woe, 
il ihe faithfal wound ! 

ar kind re<}ucil procure 
rr conftani Iwnn, 
i pan^s 8 tpi-rd; curey 
not iing ill vuiii. 



SONG 840. 

A CANTATA. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

RlCITATIVE. 

ndtnt foreft feem'd to nod, 
owl'y fetters bound ; 
elves in circles trod 
fy- pain ted ground ; 
»hne fought the confcious grore, 
ced vows to tell ; 
to foothe negie^ed love, 
iad Philomel. 

All, 

«et nightingale, in bskHe, 
Hy hov'rhg whgf 
green *t a drezry wAAt* 
TQUcbfife to 4o|, 



So thrilling fweer thy numbers flovr. 
Thy warbling fong difrrefi. 

The tearthat teili the lover's woe 
FiUls cold upon my bre^it. 

To hear fi»d Philomel cotiplain, 

Wi 1 folicn my defpairj 
Then quickly fwell rhy melting (b^iny 

And foothe a lover's care. 



SONG 841. 

A SCOTCH RONPIAV. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

Q*£R the feas my love is failing. 
Gently blow, ye Ea'lerngafesj 
L^ve his dear approach is hailing, 
Flies to view the fwclling fails. 

O'er the ocean whilft hc*$ roving, . 

Who has brav'd the fultry clime, 
I enJuie the pain of loving* 

I grew tick of thought and time. 

Sea-nymphs all the while are playing^ 
Gu^rd his velTel dfc from harms j 

But no more (hall he be ft aying, 
Damon's port (hall be ny arms. 



SONG 842. 

THE MILKMAID. 

Written by Mr. Thomsok. 

'fWAS at the cool and frAgiant hour 
When evening fteals upon the fky. 
That Lucy fou^hc a wooJw»ij>e |?rove, 

And Cuiin tau^'ric c!ie grove to fighs 
The fwe.ctcft damfel ihe on all the plains. 
The iiiftcft lover he cf all the fwains. 

He took her by the lily-h.md, 

Which oft had made the milk look pafe; 
Her cheeks with moiieft rufes gluwM, 

As ihds be breath'd his lender tale 1 
The lifV'ning ftreams awhile forget to flow. 
The doves to murmur, and the breeze to blow* 

O fmile, uty love! thy dimply fmilcs 

Shall lengthen on the fetting ray. 
Thus let us pafs the hours in blif*. 

Thus fweetly langui/b life awayt 
Thus fij^b eur fouls in:o each other's breaft. 
As true as turtles, and as turtles ble^ll 

So may thy cows for ever crown 

With floods of milk thy brimming pall! 

So miy thy cheefc all chcefe furpafs, 
And may thy butter never fail ! 

Then may each village round this truth declare^ 

That Lucy is the faireft of the fair. 

Thy lips with ftreams of honey flow. 

And beauteous fwell wilK Kt%V\iv\ 4v«\\ 

More fwecvs ate \>\tuA«A\\\ vWj V>t^x>^-» 
Than aW i\\^ f *Wr % i:\e\4% ^x«'^^^ ^ ^ 

Tho' tboufaLnd^o>N^^ ^^ottv e^v^^\Ao^tK^ti'|,"««>^fl^ 

T by love V^ cVwttWi nk«^X>^W>iSiViiOi»^>a^*»V^^ 
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T<»o long my erring eyes hid rov'd 

On city d^mei in (^arlet dreft; 
And fcorn'o the chartnful villj^ie naaidt 

in innocence and gro^ram biefl. 
Si^ce l-ucy's nativr graces fiil'd my fight^ 
The painted city dimes no more deiighc. 

The living purple, whrn you bijihf 
Outi;ic>w> t ic fcarler'i derpcft d)Cj 

No diamonds trf -nhp on tliy hair, 
But biigi^ter fjarJclc in thine eye t 

Not e'er is found, on ali the Drii".*h plain. 

So fair a m.ti<!, an»i eicr (a kind a fwaio. 

The tuneful imtiet'i warbling riote« 
Arc grjleful to the flicpherd-fwain § 

To dtooping plants, aad thirfly fields. 
The r.iver dr«ps of kindly rain } 

To bloiToms dews, as bloHumt to the bee } 

And thou, my Lucy, only art to me. 

But mark, my love, yon Weftern cloudf» 
With liquid gold they fee'n.to burn ^ 

The ev*ning ftar will foon appear. 
And overflow his Hlvcr urn. 

Soft f^'illneU now approaching ihadei inyite, 

To talle the balmy bleHlngs of the night. 

Yet ere we part one boon I crave. 
One terder boon ! nor this deny j 

O promife that you &t\l will love !' 
O promiU this, or elfe I die I 

Death elie my only remeuy muft prove; 

I'll ceafe to live, whene'er you ceafe to love ! 

She (igh'd, and blufhM a fweet confent j 
Jrty.bS he thank'd her on h t knee. 

And warmly prel/d her virgin lt|) : 
Was ever youth fo blcft a« he I 

The moon, to li^ht the lovers homeward, rofe. 

And Philomela lall'd them torepofe. 



SONG 843. 

THE VXCAI OF BRAT* 

]K good I^ing Charleses golden days. 

When loyalty had no ha^m in*t, 
A featous high-chuich man J was. 

And fo 1 got preferment: 
To teach my Hxlc 1 never mift, 
Kinf,< arc by God appointed; 
And thofe are damned that do rcfiHt, 
Apd touch the Lord's anointed. 
And this 13 law, I will maintain 

Until my dyjng day, Sir; 
That whatfoever k»ng (hall rcign# 
I will be vicar of Bray, Sir. 

Vhen royal James obtainM the ibron^^ 

And popVy canie in fa/hlon. 
The pcoil ia.vs I hoorevi down. 

And read the declaririon : 
The chuic.i of Rome I found woul44t 

Full well niy con^ituiion, 
^nd ha^ become a Jeicit, 

Sut for the R»\olu::on, 
And this is iaw, &c. 

. fKfttfA WiWim w:i5 our king dccFar'd^ 
T9 ^f sLu 4>4ti>a*c <''Cv«!|$ei 



With this new wind about I fteer*^^ 
And fwore to him allegiance : 

Old principles I did revoke. 
Set ccnfcience at a diftajicc, 

Paifive-obedjence was a joke. 
And piih was non-refillanc^ 
And this is law, &c. 

When gracious Anne afcends the throeei 

The church Oi En^lmd's glory, 
Another face of things was fcen, 

And I became a tory: 
Occ.ifiona! conformifts baf;, 

I damn'd their moderation, 
Ano thought the chuich in danger «u 

By fuch pri" variation. 
And this ii law, Ate. 

When George in pudding-time came o*er, 

And mofiorace men look'd big, Sit| 
i turn'^ a cat in pan once more. 

And then became a whig, Sir{ 
And (o preferment 1 procur*d 

By our new faiih's defender} 
And always every day abjured 

The pope and the pretender. 
And this is law, &c. 

Th* illuftrious houfe of Hanove% 

And proteftant fucceHion, 
To thefe I do allegiance fwear. 

While tb<-y can keep pofHrffioo | 
For by my faith and loyalty 
] never mo^e will faulter. 
And George my lawful king fliall be. 
Until the times /hall aiter. 

And this is law, I will maintaia 

Until my dying day, Sirj 
That whatfoevei king Ouil reifn> 
I will be vicar of Bray, Sir< 



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S O N G 844. 

Sung at Ranelacsh. 

^ H ^ N firft my dear laddie gade to th« 

gieen hilt, 
And I at er^e-milking firft /bow*d my yoang 

/kill; 
To bear the milk bowte nae pa*n gave tome, 
So at eve 1 was bleft wii>h thy piping and thee^ 
For aye as I milk*d, and aye sA 1 fapg, 
My yellow-haired laddie fliall be my goodooa. 

• 
When corn-riggs wav*d yellow, and blue be> 

ther-bells 
Bloom'd bonny on moorland, or fwcot nfioi 

fells ; 
Nae birns, brierf, or brakeiif, gave tnraUs 

to me, 
^o I eat the fweet berries when gathefMby thti| 
For aye as I walk*d, and aje as I fv<g> 
My yellow-hair'd laddie (hall be my good no, 

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i I wedded, and aye as I fang, 
w.bair*d laddie Hiall be my good man. 



SONG 845. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

fmiling Kitty *s to my mindf 
cv'ry way can pJeafe me ; 
-nour'd, taiibful, food, and kJod| 
»er tries to telze me. 
, abroad, by night or day^ 
twe engaging creature) 
fie e?er have my way, 
jj I tlways meet her. 

r harm a girl f« good, 
be a (hame and »ity j 
lOt injure, if I could, 
;r fmiling Ritty. 
broad from fair to fair, 
grr is my paffion; 
f one, is all my care, 
ure is now the falhion. 

rermilion ha*: /he fheW0| 
:he ci iid of nature; 
her fliape, it all her owoy 
>y other feature. 
y, fpite, and cunning free, 
***y»8*y» *'>'* wirty i 
I ne ei txp"€t to fee | 
and die with ^itty. 



SONG 846. 

r-CMACi; AH OLD BALLAD. 

rofper long our noble king, 
i«es and fafeties all; 
hunting once there did 
ry-Chace befa! ; 

^he deer with hound and horn, ' 
rcy took his way ) 
may rue that is unborn, 
nting of that day. 

Earl of Northumberland 
to God did make, 
ire in the Scotti(h woodt 
ummer*s days to take ; ^ 

eft hartt in Chevy-Cbacc 
and bear away, 
ogt to Earl Douglas camil, 
land where he lay | 

Earl ftrcy prefent word, 
lid prevent his fport s 
ifli-Earl, not fearing thh, 
:he wpodt reforr, 

m handred bowr-men bold, 

in men of might, 

Ml wetl in time of need 



The gallant greyhounds fvwiftly ran^ 

To chafe the fallow <iecr! 
On Monday they began to hunt. 

Ere day-light did appear ; 

And long before high noon they bid 

An hundred fat backs Hain) 
Then having din'd, the drovers went 

Torouze them up again. 

The bow'^men mufter*d on the hlUs, 

Well able to eniure; 
Their back/ides all, wich fpecial care. 

That day were guarded fure. 

The hounds ran fwiftly through the weodff 

The nimble deer to take, 
And with their cries the hills and dales 

Anechoihriil did make. 

Lord Percy to the quarry went, 

To Yiew the flau^jhtcr'd deer} 
Q^oth he, Earl Douglas promifed 

This day to meet me here : 

But if I thought he would not comef 

No longer would 1 Oay. 
With that, a brave young gentleman 

Thus to the Earl did Uy: 

Lo, yonder (!oth Earl Douglas come. 

His men in armour biight; 
Full twenty hundred Scottish fpears 

All maiching in our ftghtj 

All men of pleafant Tivydale, 

Faft by the river Tweed. 
Then ceafe your fport. Earl Percy faldy 

And take your bows with fprcd : 

And now with me, my countrymen, 

YOur courage forth advance ; 
For never was there champion yet. 

In Scotland or In France, 

That ever did on horfeback come^ 

But if my hap it were, 
1 durft encounter man for man, 

With him to break a fpear. 

Earl Douglas on a milk-white ^ttd. 

Mod like a baron bold, 
Rode faremoft of h»« company, 

Whofe armour fiione like gold. 

Show me, faid he, whofe men you be^ 

That hunt fo boldly here; 
That, without my confenc, do chafe 

And kill my fallow deer? 

The man that firft drd anfwer make, 

WasBoble Percy hcj 
Who faid. We lift not to decUre, 

Nor ibew whofe men we be : 

Vet will we fpend our deareft blood. 

Thy chiefert harts to flay. 
Then Douglas fwore a folemn oath^ 

And thui \n xnyt ^\^ \^ ^ 

Ere tVitii \ Mi\\\ o\jX-^nctt^ \v^^ 

One of us tMfo fiiaW ^\«\ 
1 know tVice weWi in 'E.utX "Oiafe^ «eX'\ 

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But trufl me, Percy, pity it were. 

And gre»t offVnce tokiM 
Any of thefe our harmlrU men^ 

For they have done no iii. 

Let then and I the battle try, 

And (tt our men tft'^t. 
Accursed be he, Lord P?rcy faid, 

By whofh this is denied. 

Then ftept a gallant Iquire forth, 

Withermfton was hi$ name, 
Who raid, I wiuld not have it told 

To Henry oar king for (htme, 

That e*er my c;iptain fought on foot, 

And I ftood looking on. 
You be two Earti, faid WItherington, 

Andl I fquirc aione; 

Vet I will do the bed I may, 
While I hate power to f^and ; 

While I have pow'r to wield my fword, 
111 fight with heart and hanJ. 

Our Englllh archers bent their bowt. 
Their hearts were go*^ and tiiie j 

At the ArA flight of arrows fent, 
Full threcfcore Scots they flew. 

To drive the d^er with hound and hbrn, 

Farl Douglas had the bent} 
Two capiains mov'd with mickle pridcy 

T|ieir fpelars to (hivert went. 

They clos*d full fail on evrrv (ide. 
No flackncfs there w4s found; 
And many a gallant get tirman 
Lay gcfping on the ground. 
r't 

j^ O ChrifV! U w.u a grir.f to fee. 
And liktwife for to hear, 
Thr cries of mf-n lying in their gore, 
And fcattcied here and thet'e. 

At laft thefe two ftout Earls. did meet. 
Like captains of gieat Fnii,hr: 

As lions wnu^d, t!.cy laid on load, 
And made a cruel fi^ht: 

They fjught until they both did fweat. 
With fwords of tempered fteel ; 

Until the blood, like drops of lain. 
They trickling down did feel. 

yield thee, Lord Percy, Dougfa«fard; 

In faitli I will thee bring, 
Where thou (hal» high advanced be 

By Jam^s our Scottiih king : 

Thy ranfom I will fiecly give. 

And thus report of ther. 
Thou art the moll courageous knight 

That ever I did fee. 

Ko, Douglaa, quoth Earl Percy then. 

Thy proffer 1 do fcorn ; 
] will not yield to any Scot 

ThAt ever yet was born. 

Wsth that, there came an arrow keen 
Out of in Engliih bow, 
WJjiih /truck £arl X>ouf las CO thf hcait» 
-^ de^p aa4 deadly bi9W : 



Who rrver fpoke more words thin thefci 
F'pht on, my rrerry men aUj 

For why, my life is at an end j 
Lord Percy fees my fall. 

Th-n leavirg life, Earl Percy took 

The rteaci man by the hand 5 
An'* fn'd, Eirl Douglas, for thy life 

Would 1 had lofl my land! 

O Chrift' my vc-y heart doth hltti 

With forrow for thy fakej 
For fure, a more renowned knight 

Mifchance did never take. 

A knight amongft the Scots there wu. 
Which faw Ear] Douglas die, 

Who ftraight in wrath did vow revenge 
Upon the Lord Percy i 

Sir Hugh Mountgamery was he calPd^ 
Who, with a fpear mod bright. 

Well mounted on a gallant deed. 
Ran fiercely through the fight | 

And pad the Engiifh archers tlJy 

Without all dread or fear $ 
And thro* Earl Percy's body then 

He thruft his hateful fpear; 

Wiih ficH a vehement force and might 

He. did his body gore, 
The fpear went through the other fide 

A large cloth-yard, and nrK>re. 

So thus did both thefe nobles die, 
Whcfe courage none could ftain : 

An Englifli archer then perceiv'd 
The noble Karl was Hain ; 

He had a bow bent in his hand^ 

Made of a tru/ty tree; 
An arrow of a cloth-yard long 

Up to the head drew he : 

Againi^ Sir Huph Mountgomery, 

So right the fliaft he let. 
The grey i^oofe- wing that was thereon, 

In his heart's blood was wet. 

This fight did laft frpm break of day, 

Tillfetting of the funi 
For when they rung the cvening-bell. 

The battle fcarce was done. 

With hrave Earl Percy, there wasfiaia 

Sir John of Egerton, 
Sir Roucrt Ratclifl^, and Sir John, . 

Sir James that bold baron : 

And with Sir George aad ftout Sir Juau, 
Both knights of good account. 

Good Sir Ralph Raby there waa ilain^ 
Whofe prowefs did furmoudt. 

For Witherington oeedi muft 1 wail. 

As one in doleful dumps; 
For when his legs were fmitten off. 

He fought upon his ftumps. 

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;s Murray, of Ratclifl^, too, 
ei's fon wa& he j 
Lamb, fo well efteem*dy 
ei could not be* 

^rd Mixwcll in J!ke caie 
th £A<iDougU&aie: 
y hundred Scoctiih pter<| 
fifty-five did fly. 

I hunHreri Enj^liftmen, 
lome but filcv-thifp; 
were (lain in Chcvy-ChaCe> 
the gieen-wood tree. 

did mmy widows come, 
luHjands to bewail j 
(h'd thrir wounds in brinifli Cears^ 
would not prevail. \ 

dies bathed in purple gore» 
tare with them away ; 
i*d them dead athoufand times, 
they were cijd in clay. 

't was brought to Edinburgh^ 
Scotland*8 king dia reign, 
\t Earl Douglas fuddenly 
Mih an arrow Ilain: 

news, King James did fay, 
id can witnefs be, 
It any captain mors 
h account as he. 

ngs to King Fienry came, 
1 ^s (hort a (pace, 
cy of N. ithumticrland 
jin in Chevy-Chafe: 

d be with him, (aid our king, 
win no better be j 
have, within wy realm, 
indied good as he: 

nnt Scot nor Scotland fay, 
will vengeance take}.: 
venged on them-^ll^ 
ave E.irj Percy's fake. 

IT full well the king performed 
at Humbledownj 
ay, firty knights were (lain, 
lords of great renown : 

he refl, of fmall account, 

any thoufanda die. 

deth the homing of Chevy-Chafe, 

by the Eail Percy. 

! the king, and blefs this land 
r>ty, joy, and peace ; 
It henceforth, that foul debate 
C noblemen mny ceafe. 



S O K G 847. 

en by the Ccrats; of Cxaman. 

fherdiznii nympht of the plain, 
rpnilimes 4 moment forego f 
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Ye vallies, where often I've ftray'd. 
To tade the mild breath of the moniy 

And taptur'd have mrt my ch?fte nui^ 
1 leave )ou, no more to ie:uio. 

Sweet echo ! no more, from thy bed 

VW roufe thee to hail the new day; 
Some happ'ter fwain in my (^ad 

Shall wake thee when Vn\ -far away: 
Ano you, the fad caufo of my woe. 

My parents, who know all my p1aint| 
Who force me reluctant to go, 

Forbear when I'm |$one to lameat* 

But you, who can nature contro«i. 

And check the foft fulfe of the hearty 
C^n (tifle the voice of rhe foul. 

And hear of my death without fntit. 
Oh, Laura ! a name ever dear, 

Whidj once could difpel evry cire. 
Now heayefl the heart-throbbing ce«r« 

And wrin^'ft my fad foul mi ill di_<fiil. 

By voA^s and by love you are minCy 

O ever adorable maid! 
But tyranny bids me refign. 

And (yranny inuft be cbey'd. 
When far from thy fame I am drove, 

I'ii tell the deaf waves nf ourwrongg 
Each gale (hall fieh deep with «)ur lf»v€. 

Till hoary death fiknce my ton^e« 



SONG 848. 

A PASTORAL D I A X. O • V B. 

Written by Mr. Lemoink. 
Damon. 

S^EET S.lvla, Irr'c roye 
To yinder jjrrf.i'p'ovc. 
Where nmfic exerts a:! ir't, piw'rf ; 
Thtre liruict and hrufn. 
Make vocal eacii Ivuih, 
And fiolds XifAT a ,!?rbn : of flow'rs: 
There daides and violets in fp^n^ior appear. 
Surrounded with beauties tc aiifipate caic 



Silvia. 



To go I'm inclined, -, 

Tho' a tim'rout mind 
Forebod'"5 r.any danger* there be| 
VetUaraon*a a youth. 
Whole bojfom heats truth, 
And fiich can't with ruin agree t 
On vi t»ic ind honour he buills ail his fam^ 
And they fhall procurehima lailinggood 



Damok. 

Thy praifes, fond maid. 
Let rovers deg.ade, 
To g^in them* uuC\xVV>j'A^ VV\\.v|\ 
Tn^exKet Net ^ ^o, 

Nf» dat\fteT aiUetvA* 'wVWt Ym xv\^\ 
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Silvia. 



Your wordi ire like chirmiy 
They foothe away harms, 
"So gOy Vm determinM, and yfiWi 
(Nor danger Til fe«r» 
If Damon ia ncari) 
But hear the foft Aow of yoo nil I 
O grant that our tempers as fmoothly may flow. 
Our IJTei erei after difturbM not by woe. 

Damoh. 

Hence, hence, ye vaTn feari. 
Sight, foMinp, and tcaes» 
Te caa*t with my Silvia agrcej 
Nor ftrive to moleft. 
Her bofom beati re(i, 
Befides a mind eafy and free: 
Like the dove to her mate; oh! ever be tine ; 
A fig for vaft richea 1 J care not for you. 

Silvia. 

The fparrow and dovt 
Are emblems of love, 
LSke them TH be conftant and kind ; 
From Ph«sbus*8 rife, 
To bis leading the Ikiea, 
Oar lambkins at paflure Til mind-s 
To increaCe our fnui i ftore, indaftr*otts Til prove, 
And ftudy, fond youth, to deferve all thy love. 

BSTK. 

y^ oymphs and ye fwains. 
Come dance on the plains. 
While meadows look blooming and gay ; 
Sweet Silvia is true. 
And Damon*t fo too, 
Bach breaft feeli the glowing of May ! 
To church let us go, defpifing all care. 
For none are fo happy as thofe who go there. 



SONG 849. 

QhV Saturn, that drone of a god^ 

And father of all the divine. 
Still govem*d the world with a no6. 

Yet fancy *d Sridt women and wine | 
And when he was whimfical grown^ 

By fipping his plentiful bowl, - 
Then frankly the truth he wooM own^ 

That a wench was the joy of his fonl* 

Greet Jupiter, like his old dad« 

To iove and a bottle inclined, 
When mellow was conftantly glad 

To find a plump girl to hit mind; 
And then, as the ftory is told, 

He*d conjure himfelf in her irms» 
As once in a ihoweri>f gold 

He riBtd/klr DMait'i charini. 

Stern Man, the great god of the fieMy 
AJJdajrtho' dciightiag la blood, 
Ataigbt hjg Berte godBd^ wovUd yield 
T^.kt^tf, aa^ iriof ilM. «m «ooid 4 



With ne^r he'd cheriih his hearty 
And raife up his wanton defires| 

Then to VeiMJS, his darling, impart 
The warmth of hit amorous fires* 

Apollo, the patron of bays, 

Full goblets would merrily draifl. 
And fing forth poetical lays. 

When the fumrs had got into his braUl< 
But ftill as he whioifical grew, 

By toping the juice of the vine^ 
To Parnaflus daily he fiew. 

To kifs all the mufical nine* 

Sly Mercury too, like the reft, 

Made wenching and wine his delight^ 
And tiiought himfelf perfedlty bieft 

With a bottle and xnif^^U at night I 
No wonder debauches he lov*d, 

And cheating his pleafure he made. 
For the gods have ev*ry one pra*'d. 

That pimping was always his trade* 

Plump Bacchus, that tMn-belIy*d fotf 

His thirft could but feldom allay. 
Till aftride o*er a hogfliead he got. 

And drank ail the liquor awayi 
As long as upright he could flt, 

He*d bawifor the finifiiing glaisf 
When drunk, then the veflel woald qokf 

And reel to his fav'rite lafs. 



SONG 850. 

Written by Sir John Sucklimc. 

PJONEST lover, mhofoever, 
Jf in all thy love there ever 
Was one wavVing thought} if thy i 
Were not ftill even, ftill the faooel 
Know this. 
Thou lov*ft amifs; 
And to love true. 
Then muft begin again, and love aQ^. 

If when ihe appears i* th* room, 
Thou doft not quake, and art ftrnck dvilll^ 
And in ftriving this to cover, 
Doft not fpeak thy words twice overs 
Know this. 

Thou lov'ft amifs; 

And to love true, . 
Thon moft begin again, and love anew* 

If fondly tho« doft not miftake, 

And all defeats for graees take ; 
Perfwad*ft thyfelf that jefts are broken. 
When flie hath Vittle or nothing fpukeai 
Kbow this, 
Thou lov*ft -amifs ; 
And to love true. 
Thou muft begin again, and lore atei^* 

If when thou appear'ft to be within. 
Thou lett*ft not men aik and aftc agaia| 
And when thou anfwer*ft, if it be ~ 
To Mi\i%t VI aa sAiC^ \Vvnt. ^to^tV^x 
Know aVW) 
TVvo>k\oVft. %tiviU\ 
iinAto\<wett>4e^ 
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f ftomach calls to eat, 

\ not fingers *rt«ad of mtitf 

inch gazing on her face 

: hungry teotQ the place; 

w thU, 

luv'A amifsi 

» love true, 

begin again, and love anew* 

hou do^ (iifcover 
irt no pcrfcft lover, 
j» to kvc true, 
)e^in to iove anew : 
)w ihiu, 
lovft arxiifs; 
3 love true, 
begin again, and love anew. 



SONG 851. 

I, to whom Colin complaiai 
.es To fad and fo fweer, 

, the diephwri bu. feign* 

!tched, to Aew he has wit* 

r like Colin can move| 

> is fome pretty new art: 

i*s a juggler in love, 

:s to play tricks with ipy heart* 

(rill, he can figh and look pale^ 

ieful and alter his face, 

le, and breathe out hit tale; 

ilio hak every pace. 

V my rover prefers 

breaths where he once begg*d to lie; 

reams that he fwells with kit tears, 

is belov*^ more thjio 1* 

ny fond bofom would bear, 
heart would foon beat him to reft; 

ain that is fltghred defpair, 

in is only in jeft. 

the deceiver defigni, 

maid that is ruin'd defpair; 
but die& in his lines, 

es himfelf that mocilh air. 

erdsy bred far from the courtf 
ilytalk of rheir Hume? 
makes paflion his fport ; 
of fo fatal a game, 
of nomufic'cao boaft, 
- perfon of au^ht that is ^ne; 
may find, to his cofi, 
that is fairer than mine* 

, will I break my Jov*d crool^ 
s ril bf queath all my Hieep ; 
1 the much-favour'd brook, 
thou but pretendeft to weep, 
irn the fad fate tha. you gaye^ 
«u fo fmooth and civ'ine^ 
may rife from my grave, 
r fuch fo/t mufic as thin^, 

olet, daify, and rofe, 
arf V-ea/e, the lily, and pioltf 
\ger§ a garUnd compofc, 
tn y bf tht riVuiec*f hmk % 



How oft, my dear fwaio, did I fw^ir. 

How much my fond foul did admire 
Thy verfes, thy (hape, and thy air, 
Tho* deck'd in thy rural attire I 

Your (heep-hook you ruPd with fuch irt| 
That all your fmall fubje^ obey*d; 

And (lill you reign'd king of this heartf. 
Whole pafiioii you falfely upbraid. 

Ho^v often, my fwaio, have I faid, 
i l:at thy arms were a palace c<> me; 

And how well | could live in a (hade, , 
Tlio' adorned with ncihing but thee? 

Oh ! what arc the fparks ot the cowA( 

Tho* never fo fine and fo ,:ay } 
I freely would leave beds of down, 

F <r thy bicait, and a aed or' new hajr* 
Then, C jlin, rpturn once again. 

Again make me -hjppy iu love j 
Let me finJ :bce afait!!ful, true fwain. 

And asconliariL a nymph I will prove* 



SONG S52. 

Written by the Earl of DokiiT* 

-f O all you ladiet now at lani 

We men at ft a indite; 
But firft would have you underfttad 

How hard it is to write ; 
The mufes now, and Neptune toOy 
We muft implore to virrite ta you. 

For tho* the mufes ihould prove kind^ 

And fill our empty ^rain. 
Vet if rough Neptune rouze the wiaii 

To wave the asure main. 
Our paper, pen, and ink, ^nd we» 
Roll up and down our ihips at fea* 

Then if we write not by each poftf 

Think not we are unkind, 
! Nor yet conclude our (hipa are Ultt 

By Dutchmen, or by wind; 
• Our tenrs we'll fend a fpeedier way^ 
The tide Ihail bring them twice a day* 

-The king^ with wonder and furprixe* 

Will fwear the feai grow bold, 
Becaufe the tides will higher rife 

Than e*er they did of oldi 
But let him know, it it our teart 
Bring Hoods of grief to Whitehall-ftaift* 

ShouM fofl^gy Opdam chance to know 

Our fai»and difmal Aory, 
The Dutch would fcorn fo weak a foe^ 

And quit their fort at Goree; 
For what refinance can they find 
From men who*ve left th^ir hearts behiadt 

Let wind and weather do it'a werft. 

Be you to at but kind. 
Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniardt ciiricy 

No forrow we Hull find; 
*Ti8 then no matter how thingt go. 
Or who*t Ottt ft\tTvA» DT ^\i^\ ^^\ Vfi^^ 

To pm(t OUT \td\OM% Vio>it\ ^^a.^« 
. YTe throw % iKtxx^ miXtix 
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Bot wby Aould we in vain, 
E»ch other'* ruin thus purhic? 
We were undone when we left you! 

But now our fears temprltuous groWy 

And caft our lM>peb away, 
Whilft you, regardlefs of oar woe. 

Sit carclefs at a playj 
Perhaps permit Tome happier m»n 
To kiis your hand, or flirt your fan. 

Wben any mournful tune you hear, 

That dies in ev'sy uo.c, 
As if it rr^h'd with each man's care. 

For being fo remote ; 
Thinic then how often love we've made 
To you, whea all thofe tunes were piay*d* 

1b jtt({ice you cannot refufe 

To think of our diflrefs, 
WHea we t'ox hopes of honour, lofe 

Our certain h^ippinefs; 
All thofe defigns are but to prove 
OuxCelvet more worthy of your love. 

And now we've told you ail our leves^ 

And likewife all our fears j 
In hopes this ideclaration moves 

Some pity from your tears ^ 
Let's hear of no inconftancy, 
We have too much of that at fea. 



SONG S53. 

Q*£R the bow) we'll laugh and fingj 

JMelanchul>, iienceaway! 
Jting, ring, the bowl \h emptyj 

Fill it landlord, let's be giy. 
Rottfe, ye genial fons of mirth ! 

Nuw's the time to baffle carej 
Tho' we're naOrtai mow on earth. 

Let us fancy heaven here. 

- Happinefs alone purfuc ; 
* Where is moie than dwells In wifjc! 
Bach full bumper gives a new 

i^leafdre to the theme divinf. 
Wliy /hould man, with forrow pining, 

Lote a life of joy and eafe, 
When hisblif* i> ftill refining 
In fublime deii)(hts like thefe. 



SONG 854. 

THX HARP OF MOLVS, 

Written by Mr, Lkmoini. 

gWE^T Zephyr, leave tV enamelPd plain, 
' And hither wave thy gentle wing ^ 

Woold'ft tboB Ottt.rival Orpheus' ftr^in, 
Ohafte, and touch this trembling ftring. 

The bahny -breathing pow'r obeys, 

*Tis his my llender harp to claim ; 
He comes, and o'er it's bofom plays, 
Aji<f rapture wdkei the flcndcr frame \ 

JThe tender melting notes of love, 
Tite fo^I ia foo^hia^ murmuvs fteal i 



Low as the languor-breathing dove, 
I'hat lonefonie cooes her plaintive tile. 

Hark ! what founds of pirafing pain, 
Deep AS fonie bleeding lovers iay; 

Sad a the cygnets moving fVtirn, 
When on trie liivre (be dies away. 

A nobler gale now fweeps the wire, 
The. hollow frame rrfponfive rings ^ 

Loud as when angels ftrike the lyre, 
Sweet as the heav'n'y chorus fings. 

And hark! the numbers roll along, 
M.»j-ftically, fmooth, and clears 

Like Philotnerf enchanting (rtr.g. 
The notes mellifluous pieice the ear* 

Thus, as the varying accents flow. 

Each pa/Tion /eels th' arcovtiant found; 

Thib lifts ihe foul, that ftnks it iuw; 
We feem to tread on fairy grouud. 



3 O N G 855. 

Written by the Curats of Cramav. 

"^/^H £ N fculptur'd urns, and foiled torn 

. And animated bulls } 
When re^al palaces and (lately domes, 
Sh^ll drop to native duA ; 

When folid recks, and mountains vaft. 
Shall fall immenfr, and life no more} 

When feas profound (hail roar their la(l. 
And naked leave the vani(h'J ihore: 

Benevolence (hall dill ren.ain, 
In yon empiriun: raife i:'s ht^ad. 
When earrh, and (hrs, ana fun, arc (led. 

And ey'ry projcft vain. 



SONG 856. 

Wrrtten by Mr. LiMOiNC* 

Q Sweet content. 

Were thou but fent 
To u^ on Biiia'n's iHc} 

Our feuds wou'd ceafs, 
Our traJe increufe, 
And plenty 'roand us fn>i]e; 
No more our funds opprcli'd with wmrf, 
Or foidicis wear icbcllion's fcar«. 

Thy hcav'niy rays, 
rcimit a ivas*, 
To foorhe each firitiib brea(t; 
Nor hate, nor pain, 
Within ihem leigu, 
But calmnffs, love, and reft: 
Be thun(|Ving cannons heard no more. 
But peace rcfound from (hore to (koiu 

Make envy flee. 
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m|l4, tni all ferene, 

{c both to kinf ind qacea. 

leo h:ippy (hall , 

ft gre«t and fmaUy 

1 great (!yeorge*f 'pow*ff i 

iih bowl and g lal's, 

1^ minutes j^afs) . 

:hou but join each hourt .* 

tont^nt, ^ho art the gate below, 

uoUt Arife aiid heart-corroding woe. 



SONG 857. 

ikiog of Moi^TfttAL, by Geh^ral 
ARSftsr, in the Year 2760. 

not the glaft 

fome l^avourite laff^ 

igrolTet my Ikys^ 

jnipct, b fame! 

da ihall ]»roctaim» 

d roiiiid the globe Amher&*s praife. 

roods, and o'er lakesj 
greFs he takes, 
ncreal full in his eye| 
ench ^bb*d iii vain, 
ani. re drain 
i, wlio to vi^ory fty; 

retnn*! our own, 

I 6fliery'i o^etckrowii^ 

fcry ot her mariite| 

1, th'atjoice, 

eoce e/id in fmokei 

nil hill reigii ocean's queilA* 

(iianiand we 

ence forth agree » 

maniifa^ufes aivancej 

t, to cheir coft, 

ir rich far -tfadt loft, 

1^ to the commercfc of France* 

tbint, Wtch pride, 
ean we ride,, 

;le attempt now mifcairries | 
riyifli'd tftu 
Agincourt rife, 
lays of our Edwards and Harry *•• 

orge ? a for thee, 
:ea did decree, 
ill eternally Aiae| 
h*d conquers told* 
innals of old, 
(y e^uaird in thine* 

e]iii*d with fad feart. 

Ilia in tears 

if >4oncreal benioin| 

fMch are undone, 

¥ CaaMdM*t won, 

uUJ tbejrc 6x hu throa^t 



Bat hark! Heav^n-bom petee 

Bids war*a horrors ceafe. 
And lo ! whefc the goddtft defends ! 

Her charms all adore, 

Human blood ftreams no more. 
And foes long contending are friendi^ 



SONG 858. 

Sling in the FrovplCd W\fe» 

P^ tippling John wis jogging on» 

Upon a riot- night} 
With tottVing pace, and fiery facCf 

Sufpicioua of high flight : 
The guards, who took him by his lookf 

For fome chief fire-brandy 
Aik'd, whence he came \ what was his namtl 

Who arc you ? ftand, friend, ftand. 

I am going home; from meeting come* 

Ay, fays c^e, that's the cafe; 
Some meeting he has burnt, you fen 

The fiame'k ftill in his face. 
John thofight 'twas time to purge the enmt} 

And faid, 'twas his intent. 
For to aflWage hil thirfty rage| 

That meeting 'twas he meaot* 

Cc»me, friend, be plain, you trifle In taln^ 

Says one I pray, let us know. 
That we may find how you*re indin^d^ 

Are you high-church, or low \ 
John fatd to that, TU tell you what^ 

To end debates and ftrifei 
Ail 1 can fay, this is the way 

I fleer my courfe of life. 

I ne'er to Bow, nor Burgefi go« 

To fteeptc-houfe, nor hall \ 
The brifk bar-bell beft fuits my eeal. 

With, Gentlemen, d'ye call? 
Now judge, am I Ipw-church, or high? 

From tavern or the fteeple, 
Whufe merry toll exalte the (buly 

And makes us high-flown people* 

The guards came on, and looked tt Joluif 

With countenance mofl pleafant; 
By whifper round, they all foon foond. 

He was no dang'rous peafant : 
So while John flood, the bcfl he couM^ 

Expelling their dcctfion } 
Pox on*t, fays one, let him be ^one. 

He's of our own religion* 



SONG 859* 

Written in the Year 1769. 

J-| A R K, hark ! the drum fowid«| 
The echo rebounds* 
And bids us iot fi^\vu«^ %tt^%x« \ 
Then let us adv^nnt^ 
And conc^ucT a\\ VcsAse* 
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Rf fentment*t great call. 

To Engliihracn a)I, 
Cries loud If to recompence wrong} 

The voice lct*« obey, • 

And rife with the day^ 
For glory co ot (hail bcilong* 

jUh*n iu a }uft CAufe, 

And liberty's laws. 
With vigour our fpirits Iet*s diett] 

Our fwordi drawn in hand. 

We'll life at command, 
And fhcw we are ftrangeii to £ear« 

Let enemies boaft 

Of ftorming our coaf(,' 
Who/b vefTe'.s in harbour do lie; 

We wifh them all out, 

To bang them about, 
Tbcn we*U vanquiflii brave boyf, or weMl die. 

Crown-Point, Senegal, 

And Gaodaloupe't fall, 
Enrichments to England do bring | ' 

But France poor it grown. 

And thfir fubjef^s muft moan, 
Wkile Quebec*i brave coaqueft we*ll fing. 



SONG 860. 

Written by Mr. Lxmoini* 

y^NCfENT fages lovdty fpezk 

In pralfe of Adam*i ale , 
Yet all their notions fcem too weaky 
They caB*t with me prevail. 

My joya all center in a bowl^ 

Brimful of faucy grog ^ 
And when it*s out, I loudly bawl^ 

Come, £1.1 it up, you dog I 

My lejfure hours I freely fpejkd* 
Without a grain of fenle j 

I crack a joke with ev*ry friend^ 
And thus 1 ufc my pence. 



SONG S6i. 

YHX CHAI9X-MAKINX* 

]^ Y dcareft life, were thou my wife, 

How happy ihould I be ! 
And all my care, in peace and war. 

Should be to pleafure thee. 
When up and down, horn town to town^ 
•-We joHy foldlers rov^ 
Then you, my queen, in chaife-marinCy 
Shall move like queen of love. 

Your love Vd prise beyond the Hciet^ 

Beyond the fpoils of warj 
Wou)d*il thou agree to follow me« 
la humble bMggdge^»r, 
'Far IiMppineft, tho* in diAnf$g 
Ja foldjert whes is feen j 
^^ pride in cmgch hu more reproach 
Thjui hfc ia ciiajfe«xnariae« 



I Oh ! do not hold your love irt goldf 

Nor fet your heart on gain; 
Behold the great, with all their ftate^ • 

Their lives are care and pain. 
In houfe or tent, 1 pay no reoty 

Nor care nor trouble fee ; 
But cv'ry day I get my pay. 

And fpeod it merrily. 

Love not thofe knaves, great fortune's flaveti 

Who lead ignoble lives : 
Nor deign to fiaiie on men fo vile, 

Who fight none but their wivea. 
For Britain's right and you we fighty 

And cv'ry ill defy; 
Should but the fair reward our carey > 

With love and conftaocy. 

If fighs, nor groans, nor tender moansy 

Can win your hardened heart ; 
Let love in arms, with all his cbarfflSy 

Then take a foldier*s part. 
With fife and drum the foldlers comey 

And all the pomp of war; 
Then don*c think mean of chaife-marioey 

•Tis Jove's triumphant car. 



SONG 862. 

THl KaKNXL-«AKKK. 

Sung at Sadlbr^s Wklls* ' 

y H OM fweep to and fro old iron to find, 
Brafs, pins, rufty nails, they are all to my 
mind; 

Yet I wear a found heart, true to great George 
our king. 

And tho' ragged and poor, with cl#ar confaiencf 
can fings 

Tho' 1 fweep to and fro, yet I'd have joa la- 
know, 

There are i weepers in high-Kfe as well asioW* 

The ftatefman hefweepsin his coffers the blBflt, 
That ihou'd pay the ppor foldicrs who beaour 

do hunt; 
The a^bion, tho* dirty, he cares not a ftraw, 
So he gets but the ready, the rabble may jair« 
Tho* 1 fweep, &c. 

Vm told, that the parfon, for T never go 
To hear a man preach what he*ll never ftick to } 
*Tis all for the fweepings he tips ye the cant, 
Vou might pray by yourfelvet eUe, depend Sill 
upon't. 
Tho* 1 fweep, fcc. 

One fweeps you from this life, you cannot teH 

where, , 

' And to what place vou go to the do^or don'tcoCf. 
^ So Vve WvTvt^ \ti Vv\\ UVV» ^our long purfes to 

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Sot Iioii€fty*i beft, in what ftation we ire, 
For the grand fweeper itzzh we can foooer pre« 

pare; 
your ftateffflini jour parToOi yo»r fhyde, apd 

law. 
When death takes a fweep, are no mitre than 

a <h'.vr. 
Tho' I fweep to and fro, yet Vd have you to 

know. 
There are iweepersin high- lifeai well as in low. 



SONG 863* 

J N ftory. we're told, 

How our mnnatchs of old, 
P'er France fpread thfir royal dofflaio; 
■But no'ar.nais can ftiow 
Their pride laic (o low, 
As when brave George ihe Seco|i4 did re!gn, 
Brave boys* 

Of Romao asd Greek, 

Let fame no more fpeak, 
^ow their arms the old world did fubdue; 

Thro' the nations around, 

X^t our trumpets now found, 
|low Britons hav^ conquered the new 
Brave boys. 

£aft> We(^, North, and Souths 

Our cannon's loud month 
^hall the rights of our monarch maintain; 

On Amertca*a ftrand 

Amherft limits the land, 
pofcawen gites law qn tbe'mainy 
Braye boys. 

Each port aqd each towp 
We fUll make our own, 
' Pape- Breton, Crown- Point, Niagar} 
Gcadaloupe, Senegal, 
Qjebec*t mighty fall. 
Shall prove wt've no equal in war* 
Brave boys. 

Tho* Conflans did bnaft 

To conquer our c^afV, 
Purthund'^r foon m<<ce monlieur mttte| 

Brave Hjwke win^^d his way. 

Then bounc'd on hisi prey. 
And |:ave him an Eiigliib falute, 
Brave boys. 

At Minden, you know. 

How we conquered the foe, 
yfhWt homeward their army now (Icals; 

Tho' (they cry'd) Britifli bands 

Are too hard for our hands, 
Begar we can beat them ui heels, 
Merblieu! 

^Viiile our heroes from home 

For laurels now roam^ 
Should the flat-bottom boats but appear; 

Our militia ihall fliow, 

No wooden -/hoe foe 
pga with freemca Jn b'attic cotbpsire, 
^ Brsre bojt. 



Our fortunes and lives. 

Our children and wives, 
To defend is the time now, or never | 

Then let each volunteer 

To the drunn-head repair ; 
King George and Old England for eTCr» 
Brave, boys. 



SONG S64. 

Sung at RANtLACH. 

pLy, fly ro yon vale, ether paftimes purfue» 

My eyes and my tongue have determin*d 

thy fate; 

This face and thi) ihape are not deflin*d for you. 

And former difcatn is now turn *d into hat^. 



S O M G 8j55. 

rXATHia> VSLICITT. 

Written by Mr. LsMoiiir, 

T WO milk-white doves upon a bough 

Sat courting t'other dayj 
Enraptur'd with each other's vow. 
Time fweetly ftole away. 

Foft'ring xcphyrs gently blew, 

Tokfan their foft de/ircs; 
While Phoebus bright upon them threipr 

The warmth of heavenly flres* 

With IcifTcs fweet tht male careft 

The i/Hde of nature's art ; 
While (he, all fondnefs, heav*d the breifl 

Thai clos'd a truth-fraught heart. 

No mundane cares within them dwelt^ 

To gall the fleeting hour j 
Both own'd the bappinefs they felt 

Arafc from Cupid's pow'r. 



SONG 866. 

THE SPINXIKG-WHEEt* 

Sung at Maiyiokk. 

Y^UNG Colin fifhing near the miff. 
Saw Sally uniirrneath the hill, 

Whofe heart love's tender power could feel( 
Dear maid ! th* enraptur'd fhepherd cries, 
I fee lovp fporling in thy eyes. 

But ft.U ihe turn'd her fpinning-wheel* 

Thy checks, ftys he, like peaches bloomy 
Thy breath is like the fpring*s perfume. 

On thy fweet lips my love I'll feal j 
Yon ftately fwans, fo white and flcek. 
Are like to Sally*s bread and neck! 

But ft' II /he tum*d her fpinning-wheel* 

Tho' , f au-one, V*e»\xX.V » XXMi^>R.twX. ^hi« 
Fadc^ r»kc the T\e\N-VAo>«\\ ^^>^^1 '^^'T^**, 
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For where Tweet modefty tppeart* 
We never frc the vjle of year*. 

She liAird, and ftopp'd her fpiiuiing-wbeel. 

The pomp of ftate^ the pride of wealthy 
Sayt ihe» I icorn for peace and healthy ^ 

Where hone(^ labour earns her meal : 
Who cells the fl«tterer*i Cv-)miTion tale^ 
Can never Q*er q^y heart prevail^ 

And make me leave my fpinnlng- wheel* 

The fwatn who loves the virtuooi mjnd^ 
Alone can make ydun^ Sally kind'; 

For him I'll toil. Til fpin and ^efsL 
Jt IS the voitfy (fays h^) of love, 
Come haften to tlie'chnrch aboye! 

She bln(k*dy and left her fpinninf-w|iefl. 



^ O N G 867. 

yfWES firft I faw jny Delias ficc, 

Adorn'd with every bloom and grac^ 

That Tove and youth could bring: 
Such fweecnefs too in all her form^ 
I thought her one celef^ial horn» 

4|kpd (ook her for (he Spring. 

£%ch day a charm wfi added more^ 
Mufick and language fwelPd the ^re* 

With all the force of reafon : 
And yf t fo frollpk and (6 gay, 
Pf ck'd with the opening fweets of May» 
She |ook!d— the Summer fe«ion. 

Admiring crowds around her prefsy 
But none the happy he cooTd guf>ffl. 

Unwiih*d hef beauties caught theni ; 
I urg^d my pafflon in her ear, 
Of love, ihe faid,flie could not hear; 

And yet feem'd ripe as Autumn* 

The rofc, not gather'd in it's prime^ 
Will fade and fkW in little time ! ' 

So I began to hint hrr: 
Her cheeks confefs a fummer glow ^ 
"Butf ahiTier breaft of driven fn«w 

Conceals a bear^ of Winur. 



SONG 863. 

^ T)l«G00D.r£LI.0W. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

J) T ST ANT hie thee, carping care. 
From the fpo^ where I do dwell ; 
Kienl mortals, come not there, 

Frowns, hfgone to hermit's c^!l ; 
But let me live the nf< of fouls. 
With laughter, love, and flow.njg bowls. 

Mjfer, with thy paltry pelf 
I give 'gainfi thee my hate it's fcope ; 
Wretch that liv'ft but for thyfelf, ' 
With heart of ruft that cannot ope: 
F/y, bird of night, from fun and fouls 
ThMCjove and /nugh o'er flowing bowls* 

WBo C9n ht the penfive go, 
f^^die eye thitdiops a tear. 



And not weed their minds of woCf 
May fiot> dare not peep in here : 
Who can't be friends, can ne'er be foolk 
Nor e*er AalJ quaff* oiir flpwipg bowlf. 

Joys on joys, O \p,t m^ t^ftc. 
Health and mirth dwell in my gate* 

While with c^fe ffiy f^nd doth waftc, 
Whilft i blefs the book of face : 
Then let me live %h^ life pf foulsy 
With laughter,' love, ^nd Rowing bowls. 



« O N O 869^ 

Sna^ at Rankv,a61i* 

YOU fiy il)e*s Clir ; 'tis no fuch matter, 
*T>s not her glafs, but you that flattcr| 
And few that beauty e'er 9*n fpy, 
Whicjl ftrikes fhft partial loner's eye. 

Phebe, my .coupcil pray approve ; 
Thank heav'n for a goo^ msin's loves 
All markets will not pay your price. 
So i|rik<^ the bargain ip a trice. 



5 O N G 870. 

Supg at VaO XH A L L. 

3INCE they trtc'd ipe alone with t M^ 

tp thf I*"©'?, 
Eacli tongue ia the village proclaims I'ln ii^ 

love; 
With a laugh ^hey point at us, as pafling slong^ 
And Colin and'Nell are their jei^ and theirfong. 

Sufpicion long whifper'd it over the green, 
But Scandal now tells what /he never has feeni 
Wherevqr we wander, yet falser (he flies. 
What we do, or we fay, ihe r^eda with her 
lies. 

How we trip all hy moonlight to love-haontei 

baw'rs ; 
How we toy and we (clfs at the fweet glidifi^ 

hours : 
All thiS| and yet more, if flie will ibe may namfi 
For we meet without crime, and we part with' 

out fhame. 

I own that 1 love him* he^s fo to sny mind, 
And waits with impatience rill fortune's mor^ 

kind ; 
I ftill will )ov4! on till pvr fat^.'s to be hleft, 
And tb? taik may be louder^ it ihan't bn<^ 

our fefl. 

Let ma 'ice her tongoe and her eyes all empleyi 
And envy do all to embitter our joy; 
The time that is coming (hall Voften thepsft. 
And crown the gay nymph apd her Colin at lad, 



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•lays the ftreim neandrin^y 
y as if 9 waters ^iide; 
gentle tnurmurs wand*rin^| 
tu downy teft my pride. 

valk in mf (Citation, 
ring on fubtunar thtngt ) 
e filent tofi prrfuafion, 
h from virtue's bafis fpringff 

midnight*! glonmy terrofi 
>y the (iient night \ 
is ihrws (he foul her error^ 
darknefs leads to inward light* 

e ancient rurns falling, 

the time-fkook caAle> brow ) 
le gre;»teft feats in^alling, 

e are a}! their hooourt now ? 

s the gloomy grayei are, 
the manAoo; once fo lopd | 
d Quiet noyir the l^rave are| 
the horrors of i| f rowd. 

'ays truth, are pomp and r}chc8| 
:d bai^s to fol)y lent ! 
which the foul bew!tcheS| 
n obuin*d we may repent. 

i« opce t[)e feat of plunder, 
1 of heroes Itain'd the floor | 
nature's pride and wonderi 
es heard of novir no niore. 

id ravens haunt the buildingi| 
ing gloomy dread to all j 
mofs the fummit yielding| 
tory decks the wa|l. 

Mth rapid fpe^d ftil! wanderi^ 
lie? on an even pacej 
f greatet^ anions fquanderS| 
ever perpetrates difgrace. 

otj then, for pomp or glory | 
t ava'ls a herd's name! 
times m^y tell your i]nryf 
our then difj^race and Hiam^. 

Tome humble cot as this isy 
reet philofophic eafe ; 
lame nature's frugal blilfeSi 
in joy* snd die in pea^e. 



SONG 87>. 

A SCOTCH a^LLAO» 

Sung at VAuxHALf.. 

J N Je mmy firft began to love. 

At was the gayeft fwain 

ver yet a flock had drove, 

anc*d upon the- plain ;. 

Jieo that 1| wae's my poor htart| 

'reedom threw away, 

ding fweets in et *ry fmart, 

lid not fay him nay; 

er when he talk*d oflovtt 

7uid bi$ eye$ dedine ; 

j6gh a heart w^uld move, 

ytth', and why hoc mine > 



He*d prefs my hand, and kifs it oft^ 

In filence fpoke hia flame; 
And while he treated me thus foft* 

I thought him not to blame. 

Somettmet to feed my f|ocks with hSm, 

My Jemmy would invite me. 
Where he the fofteft fongs wou*d £ag, 

Qn purpofe to delight me ; 
And Jemmy ev'ry grace difplay*d^ 

Which were enough, I trow. 
To conquer any princely maid* 

$0 he did me, I yow. 
But now for Jemmy 1 muft moiuiiy 

Who to the wart muft go; 
His fheep-hook to a fword muft tum^ 

Alack ! what fliatl I do ? 
His bag-pipe into warlike fQvndi 

Muft^now exchanged be { 
Inftead of braceleU featful founds. 

Then what becomes of me ? 



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O' N G S73. 
Va u s h a t i.« 



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Sung 

^^H'Eli I fee my$trephop langnjfliy 

With hJs tender love oppreft. 
When I fee his pain and angutih» 
Pity Bovei my tender breaft^ 

' Strephon*s plain and humble nature 
Mov'd roe firft to hear his tale; 
Strephon's truth, by ev*ry creature. 
Is prociaim*d thro* all the %ale. 

I loTe, and am helov*d again ; 
No more Hiali Strephon figh in vain I 
Tve try*d hia faith, and find it true. 
And all my coynefs bid adieiu 



S O N G 874. 

THE MYRTLE AND tOlE* 

Suag at Vavxhali.. 

^T once Vm in love with two aympha that 

are fair. 
And to fweets in my garden thefe oymphi I 

compare ; 
Nor can (hrub nor can bloiTom be better than 

thofe. 
And Jenny*s my myrtle, and Chloe*i my rofe* 

My Chloe is fond all her charms to difplay; 
With the rofe in her cheek, ihe to all wouU 

he gay; 
On all paler beauties (he looks down with pride» 
And can bear not a flow 'ret to grow by her fide. 

She thinks not how quickly thefe charms will 

expire, , 
That with May they firft came, and with foni" 

mer retire $ 
That pride, fo foon over^ 1% CoolUh. a^ii ^^^xtk^ 
AnA \ovt, ^uWt OTw Vtnuvi) fas^x. ^»«^^ ^>!^ ^ 
iviaViu 

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She covets SO praifs, nor with envy is ftung. 
She ilways is pleas'd, and u pleafing and young. 

Then, Chlee, I fadden mufl make my retreat. 
Thy rofe is too blooming, too ihorulivM and 

But Jenny, thy myrtle is lading and green, 
^ndall ^be year thro* thou thefameftill art Xeen. 



SONG 875. 

VANCT or THE TALK. 
RiCITATIVE. 

•pHE Weftcrn flcy was purpled oVr, 

. With every pleaiing ray, 
And flocks reviving felt no more 

The fultry heats of d«y } 
"When rrono a hazePs artiefs bovr*r. 

Soft w^rbied Strephon^s tongue} 
He bleft the Hay, he bleft the hour; ' 

While Nancy *& charms he fuog« 

Air. 

I«et fops with fickle falfehoods range 

The paths' of wanton love. 
While weeping maids lament the ch4n{e| 

Ahd fadden ev'ry grove ; » * 

But endless tleiltng; cown the dav 

1 faw fair Eiham's dale, • 

Aiid ev'ry blcfling find it's way 

To Ntfccy of the Vale. ^ 

Fw in the winding vale retir'd, 

This^ecrlefs bud I founi, 
And /had* wing rocks and woc<h ton(pfrM 

To fence her beauties rov&d : 
That natuM in fo lone a dell 

ShoHkl ferm a nymph fo fweet, 
Or fortune to her fee ret cell, 
^ Conduct my wand*f ing feet ! 

Gay lordlings fought her for their bride| 

But (he ww^ukl nt'cr incline ; 
PiroTc to your eqoah true, Ibe cry*d. 

As 1 wiii ptove to mine; 
'Tis Sircphon on the mountain's brow 

Has won my right good will j 
T» him I gave ny plighted vow. 

With him Tii climb the hill. 

Strock with her charms and gentle trut^i 

I clafp'd the conftant fair ; 
X* her alone I gave my youth, 
And vow'd my future care. 
And when this vow (hall faithlefs provcj 

Or I thofe charms forego \ 
The ftream that faw our tender iovf( 
. That A ream ihall ceafe to flow. 
'*''** . . ■■ I —I f . I 

SONG 876. 
Sung at Vauznall. * 

"^HEN Fanny I. faw, ta I tripp'd o'er the 
gtcen, 
4 Fair, bhoming, artJe&» and kind, 
Ftmd love in her eyes, wit ^n^ I'enfe Vn \itr 
in!en, 
• And wvmncCt with aodefty joiif d j 



With fudden amasemeot I flood, 
Faft rivcttrd down to the place ; 

Her delicate ihape, eafy motion I view'd, 
And wandered o'er every grace. 

Ye gods I what luxuriance of beiuty ! I cry| 
What raptures muft dwell in her arms ! 

On her lips I could feaft, on her Iweaft i coul 
O ! Fapny how fweet are thy charms! [du 

Whilft thus \n idea my paflion I fed. 
Soft tranfporfs my Tcnfes invade j 

Young Dumon ftepp'J up, with the fubftanc 
he fled. 
And Icf^ me to kifs the dear fhade. 



SONG 877. 

THE COQ,UETTE RECLAIMED. 

Sung at Vauzmall. 

fHE ftorygoes, Tiiat Mcr Bet, 
Refolv'd to play the field ccquette, 

Amoogft the ruf^ic breed : 
But tir'd of flirting on the green, 
She c^y*d, Who*a live, to live unfeen ! 

Not 1, not I, indeed. 

Away fhe flies, leaves ev*ry fquire^ 
To tell his tale b/ winter fi;e, 

W^ile hcjirts iikc cherries bleed f 
But what's atl this to 1 ? fays fhej 
A rural life woa't do for me. 

It woh*t, it won't, indeed. 

Give me the Park to flaont about. 

The play-houfe, Ranelagh, and" r^te«--f 

But how did this fucceed ? 
Admir*d by lords, fh^ lofl her fa|De» 
On ev'ry window glar'd her name, 

*Tis true, *tls true, indeed. 

At length fhe fought the flighted plain« 
Grew a good girl,. carefsV her fwadn. 

And foon ihcv 'were agreed s 
WiJl you not iove me now ? he fays. 
O yes ! the Ipngeft flights and days» 

ril love,. ril love, indeed. 



SONG 878. 

DXAKA AND CUPIDJ A CANTATA. 
StMlg at'VAUZHALL. 

Recitative. 

jS^S Dian and her hunting train 

Opce rov'd to try the woods andplaiDf 
Poor Cupid fafl afleep thry found. 
His bows and,arrowtM the ground. 
Well pleased to find his godfhip there, 
She thus coaunands her lift*oing fair 1 

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ull ^t fafcly trace the pUin, 
n-»ant ihe river, Uwn ani giove ; 
OW5 broke, his powV is rain } 
no\Kr may fateiy laugh at love. 

RiClTATIVE. 

low, too late, the god awoke, 
Dian and i.-er fav'rKe- by ; 
tdl mi fcb let' thus he fpuke, 
111 malice Iparkied from each eye* 

AjR. 

*upid li vanquiiK^d to^dajy 
:vc not my empire rsa'er, 
lus rii hie me a«vay, 
!I arm me as well a:» before. 
en ! what nymph of the tram 
>-7 when I aim the fure dart ! 
: with the wrong* I fuftaioy 
1, gcdJefi, cake care of thy heart. 



SONG 879. 

THE ItOSE. 

Wrietea by Mr. Le mo lift* 

AT fate attends the blulhing rofe. 
How fwift k'l beauty flies ! 
fcents ac morn it doea ^irdufe^ 
eve it fades and dies. 

k, dear JnUit on thy charmf» 
y, like the rofe, will fade j 
-uit^, enchantrefs, to my arffitf 
u fweet and lovely maidk 

!.iutyy like a fragrant flow'r^ 
emblem of the rofe } 
longetl fpace is but an hottr^ 
ail It's iplendors clofe. 

lafte, dear Julia, hafte away 
> that happy land, 
joy and mirth reign all the dayy 
Cupid bean command. 



SONG 8?o. 
Sang in Twelfth- Nlgbt, 

ft imperfeA If exprcfllooy 
ome emotions to impart I 
we mean a fofc cQofc/fi.ia* 
yet feek to hide the heart I 
our bofoms, all conj^lying* 
h delicious tumults fwell, 
;at what broken, filltVing, duiif 
^age would, but cannot tell. 

oafofiofi*i rofy terror, 
e expreHive painta my cheek* 
inore--^behold your error \ 
bet elo9urnri/ fpe^k, 
ho* Glent it my an^uifhp 
CMth'd only to the air; 
r eyes, Mtid Mt they /an^ui/hy 
rhic youFB have wrltica there. 



O, that you covid once conceive mr! - - 

Once roy heart's drong feelingt view* 
Love has rou,;ht more fond, believe mej 

FriendiMp nothing half fo true. '^ 
From you 1 am wild defpairing, 

With you fpccrMuls as 1 touchy 
This is all th.:t bears derUriog, 

And perhapi declares tuo much. 



SONG 881. 

THE VIRGIN MONITOR* 

Sung at Vauxhali^. 

Y^ ▼irgiutof Britain, who wifely att«rtd 

The dilates of reafon, who value a friead^ 
Come lift to my counfel, and mark what. I fay ^ 
Ve damfels beware of the dangers of May* 

Tho' gotrded by virtue's all-foftering faandj 
Tho* modefty lend you her magical vvasd j 
Tho' innocence deck you with fpodefs crrayy 
Ye damfels beware of the daBgers of May* 

When firft the gjty beaatfet of natare%ppetr9 ' 
And Phccaus' bri^^ht fmile chears rhe'juveaik 

When the birds chant their amoroos notts drottr 

each Ipray, 
Ye damfels beware of the dangers of Mtf* 

Should Flora propofc you phe vernal delight, . 

H<»r delicate pointings ck^rtbit to fl^hf; 

In her meauows and Hcldk ihoald' yi»u frolic and 

Beware, O beware of the dangers of May« . 

When the blood* briflcly flowij the alLeloquent 

eyes 
Reveal ev'ry fecret the heart would difguife j . 
'rhe bofum qoick-panting with force feems XMt^ 

* fis hatd t6refift all the dangers of May. 

ShouM an amoi«vt yottCh, this ibfie Cberfe to 

improve, 
With ardour implore the reward of his love| 
If Hymen attend you, his di^tet obey, 
For wedlock removes all the dangers of May* 



SONG 882. 

TME HUMOROUS LASS* 

Sung at Vauzrall* 

3 M A R T Doll of the green, who lovM mirth 

as her life, 
By many a f«wain was requeited t6 wife} 
Her figure was graceful, and comely her face. 
Yet in her vifTeAloni uq n\».tvVvi^ \."v'^tv V'^^^"* 
The fj^mte o( iVve n\\\ \oo>il\\.\tv\«>\\\%\v^'^4^ 
That heb^ ^it^tvxoV^«.Tsco\A^W\w\v^''^^'^ait^\ 
But aUh\ifvn«i ^xC^«vcttY>^\\^\VTc; Uv«x 
, And bau.WA v\vt ^^oi ^S.^^^ ^>^ ^ Xww^.^ 



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Next Hod(^ ttf tHtyaleall hisflame did impart, 
Who knew nothing more than a plough or a 

/cart; 
With aukward addrefs he made a llrange fafs, 
Turn*d his hat o'er his thumb, and begg'd for 

a bufsi 
The lout fetched a figh, and c^rM, 'Deed Doll 

*tis true, 
Ife love the moil woundely, i'faith, girl, I do ; 
But fhe flapped his fool's chips and bid him 

withdraw, 
Soienthim away, while ibe loud laugh*d ha ! ha! 

The next nras a fiellow To fmart and fo fpruce. 
Who caper*d and fong, *moQg th6 girls playM 

the deuce. 
And poor Doll thought to (crwt as the re^, 
fiut die was too (harp, and of him n>ade a jeft. 
<]uoth Doll, ril ne'er wed till I meet with a man 1 
Much lefs let a fop my afFe£tiuns trapan j 
And faidy fuch a thing ihe before never faw, 
Bttt hop*d he*d cxcufe it, and laugh'd out 

hal ha! 

With the !adief , I know, *tii a primitive rule. 
Much bctur be plagu*d with a knave than a 

fool; 
And others, again, this opinion impart^ 
Their eyes they will pleafe if they torture thdr 

heart. 
From thefe I difTent, but approve of the plan. 
That Dolly laid down, till you meet with your 

man; 
Then your hands and your hearts may •nite 

without flaw. 
And your conjugal ftate be one Tcene of ha ! hal 



SONG S83. 
Sung in the EUBun, 

j\^H! let it ne*er with truth be faid» 

That public virtue droops her head. 
That Engliih faith ihould lucklefs prove. 
Or crofs one EnglKh virgin^s love. 
If in my Sally*! youthful heart, 
Her Richard e*er may chum a part, 
Tbii happy hour ihall fmiling prove. 
That honour firmly fixes love. 



SONG 884. 

Son^ at MaiyboKx. 

DEAREST Kitty, kind and fair^ 
Tell me when, and teil we where. 
Tell thy fond and faithful fwain,' 
When we thus ihall meet again ? 
When /ball Strephon fondly fee 
Beauties only found in chef ? 



Kifs chee, prefs thee, toy and pli^; 
All the happy live-lung day : 
Deare/l Kilty, kind and fair; 
Tell me when, and tell we where ? 

All the happy day,*tis true, 
BlrfsM but only when with you j 
Nightly Stffcphon lighs alone. 
Sigh's till Hymen makes Us one. 
Tell mc, then, and eale my pain. 
Tell thy fond and faithful l«^^in^ 
When the prieil ihall kind y join 
Kitty's trembling hand to mine.^ 
Deareft Kitty I kind and fair, 
Tell me when ^— I care not where. 



SONG 885. 

AKACaXOMTIC. 

Sung at Vavxha'll*' 

"^OU kn«w that our ancient phileiophers bell^ 
There is noihiitg in beauty, or honour, o(- 
goldj 
That blifs in extefdall no m6rta] can find j 
And in tr^tb, my good friendsj I aot ijuite of 
their mind. 

What makes a ihan happy, I nt^tt ean doubt | 

*Tis fomeliiiof within him, and nothing with- 
out; 

This fomething, they faid^ was the fowce of 
content. 

And whatever they calVd it| *twaa wipe that 
they meant4 

Without us, indeifd, it ts not W6rth a pin; 
B»t| ye gods 1 how divine if w4get it withit} 
*Tis then, of all blefijngSj the ilouriihing rootf' 
Aiid in fpite ^f the world, we can gather the 
fruit« 

Wheft the bottle is wanttilgi the fotil Is ^reiT, 
And beauty can kindle no flame in the brexil| 
But with wine at our hearts we are always in 

love. 
We can fing Hke the Uanct, tad bill like the 

dove« 

The richeft an^ greeted are foot and re^oc, 
if with gold atfd with grandeur yon give thca 

no wmei 
But wine to the peaflut or Have If you brlnf, 
He*s as rich as a Jew, and as great as a Icing. 
With wine at my hmh^l am happy mn^ fn^ 
Externals without Ifllre nothing to mt\ 
Come fill, and thismth from a bumper yoa*ll 

know. 
That wine is| of bleflingi, the bleffing below. 









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S O N O 885. 
Written by Mr. Rowt. 

AS on a rummer*s day, 
In the f»reen-wood (hade I iay^ 
The maid that I lov'd, 
As. her tancy mov'd, 
btme walkini^ forth that way. 

/Vnd ii due pafTcd by. 

With a fcornful glance of hfr eye,' 

Whrft a Oiarne, quoth /he; 
, For 4 fwain muft it be, 
Like a laxy loon for to iie!> 

^nd doft tfiovnothing hcc<i 
What Pin, our ^oH, has decreed^ 

What a prize to-duy 

Shall be given away 
To the fwectert fliephetj's reed / 

There's not a Hngle fwaia 
tof all this fruriful plain, 

But with hopes and fear^^ 

Now liuflly prepares 
The bdnny boon to gain. 

Shall another tnaldm /hine 
la brighter array than thJne? 
Up, ti'pt djil fwain, 
Tune thy pipe opcc a|^ny 
And make tht garland mihe. 

Alai! my fove, I crie(/,.i 
What aVai.s (hu cobrtlf jRdel^ 

Since thv de^r desert 
■^. Is written in my heart; 
What is all the world be/ide t 

To roe thott ait more gay; 
in thit.homr// ruffet gref, 

Thaa the n/mphs.of out grtenp 
So trim and /p ibeeOf 
0r Hu bHghtcii ^itta of A&jr. 



What tho^ my fyrtune frowi, 
And deny thee a filken^ownl 

My own dear maid, 

Br concent vicith this fhade. 
And a fhephcrd all thy own. 



SONG SS6. 

LET mI1kr<j>s, in toTe, whine and cant If 

they wiil, 
While nrirrrify ve of good wine take our fill| 
A frown fftrn fits cr the brow of your l?f». 
But nought but a fmile's ever feen in a glafs. 
Deny down, do«vh, down derry down. 

Ni jraK»ufy e'er ftiall our bofoftis inflaitie, 
Ou' mif^rcis is commoh, and claret her name) 
Ti.ere's for wine no ocCafion to quanel or 

brjwl, 
For if we all lov't, there's enough for us alt* 
Derry down, &c. 

Then be merry, companions, the bottle pu(h 

lot^nd, 
Nf^ m'rtrcfs like this under heaven is found: 
If there's n^t enough here, fiiends, you food 

fhall hj">e more. 
For where this bottle cjffle from there's plenty 

in ft pre. 
Derry down, down, down derry down* 



s o ^/ G 887. 

ANACKIONTJC. 

(^R O'WN'D with rofe-, let us quaff 
The gen'roos lic^uor, jed and laugh} 
L-t our I iftcs dance around. 
To the citteit\'s C^oxx'wt tc»\Tv^^ 
EiiU a T>\VTf\^\tv tvex Yv*^^\ 
Let tVie Vjo^», \.oo^ pvTv V^'-^'^^^^ 
One (haU Rni, *t\A owt ftvaW ^Xv^* 
AW (haU mttt>j \kc> Wk^ V=1* 
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Cupidi with his golden hair^ 
Ever young, and ever f/ir ; 
Bacchus, Uprightly god and ga^j 
Venu$, qneen of love and May: 
Thcfe our choir AihII ji>in and bring 
With them evcriafling fpilng ; 
Krauty, mirth, and wine, and love, 
£v*rv forrow (hali remo>e. 



SONG 838. 

Sung at Vavxhall. 

Y E beaux and yc belles pray attend to my fong, 
*Tit nev, I aflure you, and will not belong. 
From the cawp Vm arrived, that fcene of de- 
light, 
Where thry ronnp, fing» and dance, all the day 
and the night. 
To the cannp then all repair, 
Gallant fwains, and blooming fair; 
Gaily laughing, let us tramp 
To the merry, merry camp. 

Well> who could have thought that wtr was (o 

charming ! 
Nothing there's in it that can be alarming; 
Nor Margate, nor Bath, nor the fain*d Tun- 
bridge Wells, 
Like the camp all our furrow fo fweetly dtfpels. 
To the camp, ice. 

With parfons, fquires, clowns, there is fach 

intruHon, 
The camp is a typ?, fure,of BabePs confufion ; 
Theie hauibo)s aad trumpets, briik fifes and 

balToons, 
Both charm you and ftun you with fifty vld 

tunes. 
To the camp, Sec, 

E'cii Cupid, gay Cupid, to Coxheath Is come, 
Forlovehe'srecruitingwith fife and withdrum ! 
A thuufand fvveec damfcis he has in his tiain, 
A heart he now offers e;tch martial young fwain. 

To the camp then all repair, 

Gallant fwaint, and blooming fair; 

Gaily laughing, lee us tramp 

To the merry, merry camp. 



SONG 889. 

TN ,the bloom of her youth, ihall it ever be 

faid, 
That a Uf« fo engaging e>rdy*d an old maid, 
Oh ! no— Im dctermin'd to get me a mate, 
for wedlock. Vm toid's an agreeable (lite ; 
Of iuicorfc, I'm furc, I've at lead half a fcorc, 
Who fwear that ibey love me, and figh and 

adore j 
Dull cits, country fqaires, prating barrifters, 

beaux ; 
But 1 needs muft confefs, that I like none of 
• thofe. 

7Vw a hale of rich goodi, fo the citizen fvrwe, 
A/jJ look (to per ttnt. better CAch day ta^n 



The fquire, with akifs, bawli to cover; firciA 

zounds. 
But he fancies me more than his kennel of 

heunris ; 
The lawyer his fult he w'tS nnodefty prcfs'd, 
That for him I'd t ecree, an^i -jcdt all tiered. 
While the bcju talkd or noiMug but fjjhion 

and clothes. 
Can you blame ihe, ye fair, if I like none of 

thofe ? 

Some friends would perfuade me to marry a foci, 
For women, they fay, are detirous ta rule; 
But as that is • pow'r which ] never will ufe, 
I'll tell you what fort of a man I would chufc; , 
A youth with fome fenfe and good nature ccm- 

bin'd, 
Juft too learn'd for a dunce, not toe wife to 

be kind; 
Where I'm wro.ig, juft with fpirit to gently 

oppofe ! ; 

Whvyl needs muft confefs, Iftiould like ;*.#/!< A 
4lit or thofe. 



SONG 890. 

ODl IN HONOUR OF THE AN TIG ALLICAWfl. 

^S liberty, from out the Iky, 

Held o'er our iile her fuepter'd haod j 
Griev'd was rhf goddefs, brcath'd a figh. 
And thus befpuke the finking land: . 
Shame, inglorious race! grow wife. 
And Antigaliicans ariie. 

In ancient time, your fires renown*d, 
With hone.1 heart, and furly iace. 

Fought well their battles, gain'd their ground^ 
And fcorn'd the puny Gallic race: 

Siiame, inglorious fons! grow ifnft. 

And Antigaliicans arife. 

No fopp'ries then were ap'd from France; 

Their language was as plain as drefs: 
Tliink on tl.cir honours, Oh ! advance. 

And Heav'n fhall your f ndf'avours blefs! 
Hence vi£^onous reign, and wife^ 
And Anci^a!lican« arife. 

Ye facred few ! who boaft the name, 
Whofe bofoms burn with patriot fire! 

Hail, friends of freedom! dear to fame. 
And grac'd with all that gods admire. 

You're tranfcendent great and wife. 

Who Antigaliicans arife. 

*Tis yours to bid fair fcience fmile. 
To welcome commerce to our fhore| 

Teach arts to fiourtA round the ifie. 
And Britain to itftif rcftore: 

You*re tranfcendent great and wife. 

Who Antigaliicans arife. 

Again ftiou'd curft rebellion rIow, 

Or bold invafion fptead it's wing, 
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AtifA when this glube (hall melt avrajr. 
The temples fink, rhe colutnnt fail, 

Th^n Hi'lly diAin^ui.h'iJ as t^:c arj. 
The be 4ais of g!. ry crown them all : 

And imperial, in the Jkics, 

Tht Antiisallicans (h.ili rife. 



SONG 891. 

^ Taylor there was, and he liv'd in a garret, 

Who ne'er in hi* day* tailed champaign or 

claret; 

With hi^h foups, or n^-ur^, he never vr as fed. 

But cabbig;;, kelicve mc, wai liis oaily bread. 

Dcrry down, ££Z. 

Hif work he purfj'J without any repining. 
When blcflwith apint of three- threads tor his 

lining; 
Till Cupid, whofe arro-rs moft cnielly treat us, 
With afempftreA'sbjdkindcHroy'dhisquietiis* 
Derry down, Sec. 

Np longer a birth-right aifords any pleafure. 
His patterns lie feat, ei *d, in tatters nis rr.eafure : 
Hit bill he contrives not with items to fwell; 
3illt, twift, tape, and buckram, he wiihcsinhell. 
Derry down, 4^c. 

Cupid pitying hit cafe, at length flew to his aid, 
Aad faelp'd him to fine-draw the hole he had 

made; 
He bade him be bold , and not ftand like a mutt, 
And never give out, till he'd Aoiih'd his fait. 
Derry down, &c. 

He Tifits the fempftrefs, withaukwardaJdrefs, 
Protefts on her kindncfs hung his happlnefs: 
Bu^ ihe IcoratuUy iueer'd at hik f^eeches and 

wheeole; 
For /lie, lack-a-day ! was as /harp ai a needle. 
Derry down, Ac. 

He rold her on bonVable terms he was come. 
Arid h^gi^'J he mighc Tuon be intorm'd 0/ his 

dwo n ; 
U-nV.u (he'd cor.fent to be fhortly his wife, 
Ti;e f^ces thens wou'd foon fnip off his xcm- 
nant of life. 
Derry down, &C. 

D'ye think, cry'd the fempftrefs, I'll take for 

a fpoufe, 
One whom no one e.^eems at three ikips of a 

loufe ; 
Advance in your favour whatever you can, 
A taylor is but the ninth part of a man. 
Derry down, Sec, 

The taylor proceeded with lying, tntreatinr. 
And making fuch fpeecbes as fcarce bear re- 
peating: 
A woman unmarry'd was ufelefs, be faid. 
Was juft like a needle without any thread. 
Derry down, ice. 

Whea the prieft Hiou'd have tack*d them toge- 
ther, he CT7*d^ 
Forherpahtr, wbendiinfy, he'dnr'cely provide; 
Tho' to turkies Jind capons he couM oot afpire. 



As (he work'd, he commended her fingers fv 

nimble! 
And fwore that her eyes were more bright than 

her thimi>le. 
Though fmall wts his wit, he foamed hit part. 
That 1 know not how 'twas, but he cabbag*d 
her heart. 
Derry down, fee. 

Away, hand in hand, to the chapel they went^ 
Nor appear'd in hervifage the leaft difcontmt; 
None but death couid the corjugai knot have 

unty'd, 
For crofj-legg'd together they work'd till they 
/ dy'd. 
Derry down, &c. 



SONG S92. 

A Cantata. 

Sung at Kakelagr. 

RlCITATlVI. 

QFT I've implor'd the gods in vain. 

And pray'd till I've been wea^y, 
For once I'll try my wiih to gain 

Of Oberon the fairy. 
Am. 
Sweet airy being, wanton fprite. 

That lurks in woods unfecn. 
Or oft, by Cynthia's (ilver lisht. 

Trips gjiy o'tr the grren; 
If e'er thy pity ntj heart was mov*d 

As ancient Itoiies tell. 
And for th' Atheniin maid that lovM 

Thou fought'.'* » wond'rous fpcll, 
O deign once more t exert thv pow'r. 

Haply fomr herb or tree, 
Sov'reijfii a^ juice of WefVern flow'r. 

Conceals g balm for me. 
Recitativc. 
Ah ! ha(le, and (bed titc facred balm. 

My fhitrcr'd nerves ne^ ilring; 
And for m\ pue'l fe:rn«i> calm 

The nymph ndiflf'.ence bring. 
At her approach fee f:ar, pale /ear. 

And exp^'Aaiion fly! 
And dirappoi'.iin'*:it in the rear. 

That blaHs trif* nromis'd joy. 
The tear that pity r?ught to flow. 

The eye ihill then difown; 
The l.eait that pricv'd for other's woe, 

Shall iheii Uarce fetl it's own; 
And wounds that now each moment bleed| 

Each inoiiient then flu 1 1 -lofe; 
And tranquil cay., (hi!* then fu(.ceed 

To nignts of calm repofc. 

Air. 
O fairy elf, but grant ine this. 

This one kind comfart fend 5 
And fo may nevei -fading blifs, 

Th>f fVo^'i^ ^ax\v% ^v\XTv^• 

So may iht %\o^-yioTra:% ^\xXt.\vDk%\\^^ 
I Th^ t\u^ f o%t^ev% \e*A 

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An4 be thy acorn goblet fillM 

With heaven's ambrofial dew. 

From f wee teft, fre(hrft flow'rs diftiird. 
That (bed frefli fweets tor you. 

And what of life remains for me 

rn pafs in fobbrVafe; 
Half-pleas'd, contented will I be, 

Content but half to pleafe. 

SONG 893. 

ANACmONTIC. 

\yiTHIK a cool and pleafant ihade^ 

By myrtles and by poplars made, 
J fit where rofes round me t^ine, 
And laughini; Cupid brings me wine ^ 
His loofely-flowing garments ty*d 
With reeds pluclc'd from the river-fide. 
The moments fwiftly fly, I feel, 
Quick -whirling like a chariot- wheel | 
And when a few fleet years are pad,' 
Life gons, we turn to dufl at Uft. 
Say, why ihould we anoint the dead. 
Or why fweet flow'is around them fpread; 
Why pour libations on their tomb! 
*Ti8 liquor wafled ; Tather come. 
And pour on me the ointment } bring 
The rofe, and all the fliw'rs that fpring 
Around us Wild; and bring to me 
A lafs that's pretty, kind, and free } 
For I'm refolvM, before I go 
To Plutus, and the realms below, 
To caft my cv^ry care away, 
|«augh and be happy while 1 may. 



SONG 



894. 



CUFID S ARROW. 

Sung at Va u X H A Li. 

'^S Chloe ply*d her needle's ait, 

A purple drop the fpear 
Made from her heediefs finger ilart. 
And from her eyes a tear. 

Ah! might but Chloe, from her fmart^ 

Be taught for mine to feel ; 
Mine caus'd by Cupid's pieicing dart» 

More (harp to me than fleef. 

Then I her needle wou*d adere^ 

Love's arrow it fhou'd be; 
^ndu*d with fuch a fubtle pow'r^ 

To reach her heart for me. 

SONG 295. 

Sung at Va n x h a l l, 

'^LEXIS, a pretty young fwain. 

To court me comes many a mile; 
I bid him make hnfte back again, 

Tho' 1 wifli him to ilay a great while i 
Wjth aJJ by which Jove is expret^, 
f'fs ilu-iics my hart to beguile; 
/ i^//Ij hitn recce fs, I protein, 
^tiC lull him hcUl wait a great while. 



He brought me a nofegay to. day, 

An;i vow':1 'twas mote plcafure than toilj^ 
I took it I f.ifcly can fay, 

And 1 \<t h'lm not afk a great- while: 
He bfgg'd me to g'ant him a kifs 

So rarneft, he made me to f nl'e; 
Have done! I cry'd; fir, 'tis amifsl 

But I wifh'd it toU(! a gre.:>c while* 

He tells me I ought to be kin^i. 

That lime .'II my beauties will fpoil; 
I crofs him, tho qu te nf his mind. 

Fori love him to talk a gr-rit while: 
I think fuch fwect things he has fiid. 

My coynefs at lafl he will/poiJ ; 
And when he once afks me to wed, 

Oh ! ril not live a maid a g-eat while. 



SONG 896. 

A HUNTING SONG. 

Sung at Makyionz. 

^^HEN the morning peeps forth, and thf 

, aephyrs cool t^ale 
Carries fragrance and heath over mountaiQ 

and dalr; 
Up» y« nyiTiphs and yq fwains, and together 

we'll rqvc 
Up hill, and down valley, by thidcetand grove) 
Then fallow with me, where the welkin re- 
founds 
With the notes of the horo, ^d the cry of 
the hounds. 

Let the wretched be flaves to ambition aod 

wealth. 
All the bleii:ngsla/k,isthe bleilingnf health; 
S© fha 1 iniioccnce fclf ^ivc a warrant to joyS| 
No envy dirturbs, no dependence' 4cilr oy», 
Then follow, &c. 

O'er hjlls, dales and woodlands, with rapturc| 

we nam, 
Yd return. ng ftiil find the dcar.pleafurcs at 

home J ■ 
Where the chearfulgood-humoMr gives honefty 

• ?race. 
And the heart fpeaks content in the fmiles of 
the face. 
Then foilow wi^h me, where the welkin re-. 

founds 
With the notes of the horn, and the cry of 
the hounds. 



SONG S97. 

WILLIAM AND SUSAK« 

»'P W A S in his vcfFel failing, 
When gentle bieezes bieW| 
Sweet William lay bewailing 

The f.it'; of lovely Sue ; 
All on h>* Vjed emended 

T\\e f *>t\\fu\ UWor \a^ , 
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he midnight hour 
t^e voice he hears, 
lis cabin-door 
lick-ey*d maid appears: 
(he lo6k*d, tho* fmilin^, 
rcfs'd in fpoclefs while, 
le b'-ight cloud a failing 
Cynthia fmiles at night. 

urns my faichful lover? 
imfcl vifir>ii faid j 
h the fca crofs'd over 
I thee I was dead ? 
ngur the fatal Oory 
ihinc car convfy*d? 
' art thou fo forty 
e a fUly maid ? 

)ught the hapltfs mefl*agC| 
rrping lover faid j 
ne the tedious paiTage 
1 me thou w<irt dead-; 
y, ever teeming, 
ttal ftory told ; 
ight \ was dreaming 
ctiee dead and cold. 

•m my fleep I ftarted, 
lus in akigut/h cry'd, 
■e w€ ever parted ? 
hy has Sufan dy*d } 
'.n my wretched bofon| 
ice or comfort knew ; 
, like a full bloflfrim, 
ip and die with you. 



SONG 89S. 
(S, a (hepherd, young, conftant* and 

I d^clar*d Vm the nymph to his m>nd ) 
le's finccrc, and he will not deceive, 
tell me a maid Htould with caution 
ve. 

ht me this rofe that you fee in my 

ft, 

1 Tnerot}|kcit,and fijh*d.out the reft J 

ot do IcIj than the favour receive, 

links it ni)w fweeter, I really believe. 

'ret, he cry'd, reads a lertbn to you; 

htand how lovely it feems to the view! 

fade if not plucked, as your fenfe miid 

five. 

:'d to deny what 1 really believe, 

I he attends; if they Any from the 

'» 

fore ev*ry iheep to regain; 

;s a dear kifs for his labojjr Til give, 

er ihall refufe biim, I really believe. 

9n his pipe while he watches my evesj 
le foft wilhes we*re taught to di^uife $ 
mefweet/iorics from morning th^ve; 
wcMrs that be l6\ctf which I ri«l)y 



An old maid I once was determinM to die. 
But that was before J*({ thisfwain in my eye; 
And aa faon aS he afks me his pain to relieve^ 
With joy I (hall wed him, 1 really believe. 



SONG S9^. 

THi DUfT-cAar; a cantata. 

Recitative. 

^S tinkVing Tom the ft recta hit trade di4 

He faw his lovely Sylvia pafline by; 

In duff-cart high adyanc'd, the nyispji waa 

placed, 
With the rich cinders round her lovelv w^fti 
Tom with uplifted hands th'occafinn \>\'t<\.\ 
And thus, in foothing grains, the ipnid addrc|L 

Alt. 

O Sylvia, while you drive your cart, 
To pick up duft, you fte%I our he irts. 
You t^ke our duft, and (lr:al our Ktfartff 
That mine is gone, alas! i« tniCf 
And dwells among tSe d if^' with yeu. 
And dwells among the dulf with yous 
Ah! lovely Sylvia, eafe my pain; 
Give me my lieart you ft'lc again. 
Give me my hear'-, out of your cart j 
Give me rfiy heart ycu dole again. 

Kecitativi. 

^ylvia, advanced above the rabble rout, 
Exulting roird her fparkling eyes abv'>ut; 
Sh? heav'd her fwelling breaft, as black as floe. 
And looked difdatn on little foiks below t 
To Ton flie nodded, as the cart drew on, ^ 

And then, refolv*d to' fpeak, (be cry*l, St€^| 
John. 

Alt. 

Shall I, who ride above the reft. 
Be by a paltry crowd oppreft; 
Ambition now my foul docs fire, 
The youths (hall langui/h and adhiirej 
And evVy girl, with anxious heart, 
Shall long to ride in my duft-cart. 



SONG 900. 

QNE morning very early, one morning in tbt 

fpring, 
I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully di4 

fing. 
Her chains Ae rat^lpd on her hands, while 

fwectly thus fung (he, 
I Jove my love, becaufe \ know my love lores me* 

Q cruel were his parents, who fent my lovetofea. 
And cruel, cruel was the (hip that bore my lov^T 

from me ; 
Yet I love his ^ttnU^^tv«.lVvt.^\^V»\i>>S»J&)«?. 

l\ie^Nt TXiwOA mt% * " 

And \ \ove m^ \wt» \»W!^V^ \Nwwwa \»50?!^ 
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O (hould It pleafc the pitying powVi to call 

me to the flcy, 
rd claim a guardian angel's charge around my 

love to fly J 
To guard h'u'n from all dangeri hovr happy 

(hould I Uel 
For I love my love, becaufe 1 know my love 

loves me. 

1*11 make a (Irawy garland, TU make it wop- 

dVout fine, 
With rofes, lilies, 4aifics,ril mix the eglantine J 
And Til prefcnt it to my love when he return* 

from fea, 
For I love my love, becaufe I know my love 

loves me. 

Ohf if I were a little bird to build upon his 

breaft. 
Or if I were a nightingale to ling my love to 

rel- ! 
To gaze upon his lovely eyes all my reward 

i^ould be ) 
For 1 love my love, becaufe I know my love 

lov^K me. 

Oh, iff were an eagle, to foar into the fky^! 
]*d gaze around with piercing eyes wheic I my 

love /night ip) ; 
' Bot ah ! unhappy maiden, thac love yo)i ne'er 

(hall fee, 
Yet I love my love, becaufe I know my love 

loves me. 



S O N G 901. 

'^SS I ST me evVy tuneful bard, 
Qh, lend me all your /kill, 

In cboireft lays that I may praife, 
Dear Nanny of the hill : 
Sweet Nanny, dear Nanny, 
Sweet Nan^y of the hill. 

How gay the glitt'ring beam of morn. 

That gild, the cryftal rill ! 
But far more bright than mqrning light 

Shines Nanny of the hill : «. 

Dear Ninny, ihines Nanny, 

Dear Nanny of the hill. 

The gayft Aow'f, fo fair of late, 
The ev'ning damps will kill; 

Bo( ev'ry day, more frelh and gay. 
Blooms Nanny of the hill : 
Sweet Nanny, blooms N>nny^ 
$weet Nanny of the hill. 

Old time arrefts his rapid flighty ^ 
And keeps his motion flill, 

Befolv'd to fpare a face fo fair 
As Nanny's of the hill : 
Dear Nanny's, fwcet Nanny'i, 
Pear Nanny's of the hill. 

To form my charmer, cature hat 
Exerted all htr {kW, 
Wit, beauty, truth, and rofy yoothy 
iJecJc Nanny of the hUl : 
J>eck Nanny, fwcet Nanny, 
XWr ATjtfli?/ of the hill. 



And now around the fedhe board 

The jovial bumpcis fill j 
Each tike hie glais to my dear lafs. 

Sweet Nanny of the liil!: 

Dear Nanny, fvvct: Nanny, 

Dear Nanny of the htll. 



SONG 902. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

^S Chloe fat (hcltei'd, and breath'd t 
air, 
Whie mufick au^'rrn'd the gr«»ve; 
Young Damon approucn'd, «nd addrel 
coy f-if 
In all the fofr Innguapc of love : 
I>ut (he VMS (: civfl, )>!» fuit ihc Jrny' 
And la.gW. 3- ' c . >lu hrr his pain; 
And v^h Ic the poor H.cpherd fat wooi: 
cry'J, 
I will die a maid, my dear f\.-ain. 

O what' fiysthe fwain, murt thy beaut) 

Perplrx us at once and invite! 
E-nbrace evVy rapture, left time make 

Of iKat wh.ch was meant for dcligh 
When age has c^ept round, and thy 
wr-nkleJ o'er, 

Then all will my Chloe difdain; 
Bu'ftiil a. I her anfvver was, Teize men 

1 will die a maid, my dear Twain. 

Young Damon protefted no other he'd 

His flame was fo fttong and fincere 
Then watch'd the emotions that play' 
eyes, 

And banlfli'd his torture and fear : 
My joys (hall be lecret, enr^plui'd he c 

Ah ! Chloe, be gentle and good t 
The fair-one grew fofte r, and fishing t 

I'd fain die a maid— if I cou*d. 



SONG 



903. 



A^' 



ISE fweet meflTenger of morn^ 
With thy mild beams cur ikies ad 
For long as (hephcrc.s pipe and p!iy. 
This, this, flia!) be a holiday. 

See! morn appears; a rofy hue 
Steals fott o>r yonder orient bluej 
Soon let us meet in trim array. 
And frqlick out this holiday. 



SONG 904. 
Written by Matthew Prio 
^S Chloe came into the room t'oth 

\fta>,> 
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watch needs neither figures nor wheel?, 

oiih chat 'tis loaded with baubles and 

sj 

J (o heedlefs no mortal can bear ! 

r I went en with a refolute air. 

fs us! fays ihe, let a body but fpeak» 
in ugly hard rofe-bud' fairn into my 

k; 

urt me, and vexM me, Co fuch a degree; 

re ! for yoa never believe me, pray fee ! 

left fide my breaft what a mark it has 

del 

g, her bofom fhe carelefs difplay*d ; 

;i>e of delight, 1 with wonder fur?ey'd, 

{01 ev*ry word I defign*d to have faid. 



SONG 905. 

, friendOiip 1 hail, thou heavenly pow*r ! 
) thee I tune my Jay; 
, who giv'ft each tranquil bouFy 
len ^opt is flown away. 

<m the gods thou hfik was fent 
mortals here below, 
an might learn to be content^ 
r dread the (haft of woe. 

nVous heart with pity melts 
hear each mournful tale, 
indaefs drives each care to foothe> 
id friendfliip*s balm prevail. 

ersy O grant me fuch a friend^ 
• fmooth the path* f>f Ijfej 
the grave will J defcend, 
ithout or care or ftrife. 



SONG 906. 

\T beauty does Fhra difclofe! 

3w fweet arc her rniles upon Tweed ! 

iry's, ftiil fwceter th.in thofc, 

nature and fancy exce?d. 
fy, nor fwcet bluihirg rofe, 
all the gay flowers of ihe field, 
veed gliding gently thro* thofe, 

beauty and pleafure can yield. 

arblers are heard in earh grove, 
linnet, the lark, and the thrufii i 
ackbird and fweet cocirg dove 
I mufic enchant ev'ry buHi. 
et us go forth to ths mead, 
js fee how the primrcfta fpring; 
edge in fome village on Tweed, 
love while the feathered folks fing. 

oes my love pnfs the long day? 

t Mary not t^i a few Ihccp ? 

y never car-lcfsly ftray, 

le happily fh- lies afl/ep? 

ed*s murmurs IhouJd lull her Co reft, 

f nature indulging my b/jfs, 

've the fofc pa'ina of my breaft 

H Ma Mmbrofiad kiCu 



U7 

'Th ftid does the virgins excel, 

No beauty with her can coiVipare, 
Love*8 graces all round her do dwell. 

She's faireil vrhere thoufanda are fair* 
Say, charmer, where do thy flocks rtray. 

Oh ! tell ne at noon where they teed s 
Shall I feek them on fweet winding Tay, . 

Or the pleafanter banks of the Tweed ? 



SONG 907. 

STREPHON, when you fee me fly. 

Let not this your fear create. 
Maids may be as often fhy 

Out of love as out of hate ; 
When from you I fly away, 
It is becaufe I dare not (lay^ 

Did I out of hatred run, 

Lefs you'd be my pain and care; 
But the youth I love, to fhun, 

Who can fuch a trial bear ? 
Who that fuch a fwain did fee. 
Who could love and fly like me? 

Cruel duty bids me go, 

Gentle love commands my flay; 
Duty's ftill to love a foe. 

Shall J this or that obey ? 
Duty frowns, and Cupid fmlles; 
That defends, and this beguiles. 

Ever by thefe chryflal /Ireams 
I could fit and hear thee figb, 

Ravi/h'd with thcfe pleafiog dneamf, 
O *tis worfe than death to fly: 

But the danger is fo great. 

Fear gives wings indead of bate. 

Strephon, if you love me, leave me. 

If you fljy I am undone; 
Oh ! with eaTe you may deceive me, 

Pr'ythee charming fwain be gone. 
Heav'n decrees that we fliould part ; 
That has my vows, but you my heaiC. 



SONG 908. 

aOLITVOX. 

p^ AIL, thou fource of thought divine! 

Awefal foiitude be mine: 
Let me, from the world fccluded. 
By no giitt'ring joys deluded. 
Earthly p'c-afures all defpife. 
Hoping for eternal joys. 

Let me wander o'er thy phins. 
Where perpetual filence reigns } 
Whilft I, at the clofe of even, 
View the blue befpangl'd heaven; 
Let me then my God adore. 
Murk his works, and own his pow*r* 

When the blufhing morn has fpread 
Dewy fragrance o'er the mead \ 

Has b\» Aw\^ t\*RK. Vk«%^tv% 

T< ach me xVvw » \u \'afvti>a\ Nv^^ % 

To chuiv m^ vtixC\t*X5>\ %.\^^>^^ 



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When my peaceful life is fpent. 
Free from care and difconccnt, 
Let me, O my God ! when thou 
Call'ft mc from this world below. 
With hope of hcav'niy pleafures bleft> 
Jn geotie flurabers fink to reft. 



SONG 



909. 



BALLY 81>KLLINC. 

ALL you that wou'd refine your blootfy 
, As pure as fam'd Lewellin, 

By waters clear, come evVy year, 

And drink at Bally Spelling: 
If fpotii, or itch, the Ikin enrich 

With rubies paf^ the telling, 
*Twiil clear the /kin, before you*ve beea 

A month at Baily Spelling. 

If lady*i cheek be green as leek. 

When Ac comes from her dwelling ; 
The kindling rofe within it glows. 

When Hie^s at Bally Spelling: 
The footy brown, who comes to towSy 

Grows here as fair as Helen) 
Then back Ihe goes, to kill the beauity 

By dint of Bally Spelling. 

Our ladies are as fre/h and fjir 

As Rofs, or bright Dunkelling; 
And Mars might make a fnir miftake» 

Was he at Bally Spelling: 
We men fiibmit, as they think fit. 

And hefe is no rebelling; 
The reafon's plain, the ladies reign) 

TheyVe queens at Bally Spelling. 

^y matchlefs charms^ unconquer'd trms, 
They have the pow*r of quelling 

Soch derp*rate foes, as dare oppofe 
Their pow*r at Bally Spelling: 

Cold water turns to fire, and burns^ 

_ I know, becaufc 1 fell jd 

A ftream that came from one bright dame^ 
Who drank at Bally Spelling. 

Fine beaus advance, equipt for dance. 

And bring their Anne or Nell in, 
With fo much grace, Tm fure no place 

Can vie with Bally Spelling: 
No politics, no fubtle tricks. 

No man his country felling; 
We eat, we drink, we never think 

Of thefe at Bally Spelling. 

The troubled in mind, tfce pufiTd with wlnd^ 

Do all come here pell-mell ioj 
And they are fure to work their ^ure^ 
jt-' By drinking Bally Spelling: 
f^' If diopfy fills you to the gill?, 

From chin to toe tho* fwelhng; 
Four in, pour out, you cannot doubt 
A cure at Billy Spelling. 

Dtath tbrowt no darti thro* all thefe p«tt> 
iVo fcxton*s here a kndJing; * 
Come, Judge, ai^d try, you'll uevet die. 
And Jive *r SaiJjr SptiJin^i* 



Except you feel dart's tipt with fteef; 

Which here are evVy belle in ; 
Wl'.en from th^xr eyes fwrct ruin Aies, 

We die at Bally Spelling. 

Good chesir, fweet air, much Joy, nocire^ 
Yiiur fight, your tafte, your fmellioi^,'. 

Your ears, your touch, tianfoorteth much; 
Each day, at Bally Spelling: 

Within this ground, we all deep fdund^ 
. No noify dogs are yelling, 

Except you wake for Celta's fake. 
All night, at Bally Spelling. 

Here ail you fee, both he and fiie, 

Kb lady keeps her cell in; 
But all partake the mirth we make^ 

Who drink at Bally Spelling : 
My rhimes are gone; I think Tve nooe» 

Unlefs 1 /houl.l bring, Hell in; 
But fince Vm here, to Heav'a ^o near^ 

I can't at Bally Spelling. 



SONG 9x0. 

ROBIN HOOD. 

y^S blithe js the linnet fingsin the greenwood' 

So blithe w^'ll wake the morn; 
And, thro' the wide foreft of merry Shenroodi 
We'll wind the bogle horn. 

The fheriff attempts to take bold Robin Hood} 

Bold Robin difdains to fty ; 
Let him come when he will, we'll in mtnj 
Sherwood, 

Or vanquilh, boys, o^ die. 

Our hearts they are flout, «nd our bowi Htntf 
are good. 

As well their mafters know; 
They're cut in the forei^ of merry Sherwood,' 

And ne'er wiil fpare a Toe. 

Our arrows fliall drlnkof thef4llow-deers blooij 

We'll hunt them r'ertbe plain; 
And thro' the wide for eft of merry Sherwood^ 

No fha'^ fh'all fiy in tain. 

Brave Scarletand John, who were never fobda*^ 

Gave each his hand fo bold : 
We'll" reign thro' the foreft of merry Sherwood) 

What fay, my hearts of gold ( 



SONG 9IX. 

AT TEND, ye ever-ttineful fwalns. 
That in melodious, Toothing ftrainiy 
Of Chloe fing, or Pnitlis) 
Tho' weak my fltlll, tho' rude my Vcrfe^ 
UV^^*^^^ ^^ <^<>^« while I rehearfe 

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r be«u«*«i they may bit j 
re no finite can fir 
charms of Polly Willis. 

le to match her hair, 

/tly forehead, high ^n^ fair, 

)nJ my greateft flcili is j 

hen, ye godt ! can be cxprefjM 

ft$, the lios, the heaving brcaft, 

rharming Polly Willis. 

i«t like Veout on the floods 
(he once on Ida Hood, 
mortal Amaiyllis: 
ail that*s lovely, bright, and fair, 
aiin; iliape, and Iciiling air, 
that is Pully Willis. 

ime her charms may wear away^ 
:autly muft in time decay) 
in her powV there fti'l is 
*m which (hall her life endure; 
I, the fpotlcfs mind and pure 
charming Polly Wiiiit. 



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911. 



THE iron. 

Written by Mr. Cunningham. 

: E T objea of the Zephyr's kifs, 
me. Role!— c<\mcc.)urted ro my bowV! 
of the hanics! ilie garden s biifs! 
le! sind aba/h my tawdry How rl 

:all uato revokelefs «oo'n? 
rh grief the opening buds rep'yj) 
fl«r*d to extend our bloomy 
ce born, alas ! before we die I 

aving paf!t*d appoinrel ye^is, 

j^a.'c but day<)— the fcere muft clofe! 

hen f«re*s meflV-nger appears, 

at it he? but-*-i witliVmg rof»! 



SONG 



913. 



>ladon once from bis cott«(ce did (Vray, 
» court hit dear Jug oa a hillock of hay, 
luicwirdconfufioncpprrl^ t!ic pao. Twain, 
tbtts^ he deliver'd his pafiion in vain ! 

of my heart! and delight of my eyes! 
Jug, 'tis for thee faithful CtiaJon diesj 
pe I've forfaken^ tho' leckon'd fo fweet, 
ecping or waking, thy name 1 iepea«. 

fwains to an aleboufe by force do me lug, 
4 of a pifcher, 1 call for a jug ; 
ire you can tchide at repeating your name, 
the nightingale ev*ry sight doei the fame. 

Jag, h€ a hundred times o'er does repeat, 

I nt^ke* people Uj that hi* voice it (o 

¥eett 

bfdoik.thou Uugh it my forrowfal tale? 



For Roger the thatcbfr poflfeilef thy brimft. 
As he at our laf^ harvefl-fupper confefit 
I own it, fays Jug; he hat gotten my heart;, 
His Jong curiing^hair looks fo pretty and fmart | - 

H's eyes are fo black, and hit cheeks are fo red. 
They prevail more with me thiM eU yo»hMV> 

faid : 
Tho* you court me, and kifs me* and do ell yoAr 

can, 
* Twill fignify nothing, for Roger*8 the man* 



SONG 9r4. 

THE SOGEX LASSIX} A SCOTCH BAt£A9« 

Surrg at VAtJXTfAtt. 

J'LL pifs no dull, inglorious lif^ 

At home 1 will not tarr>'; 
I like the drum and martial fife, 

ril to the camp with Harry. 
The peaceful pipe, and ruAic play> 

No longer is my pafiion ; 
If Harry goea, I will not ftay. 

For war is now the faiHion. 

Your Jean will not be left behind, 

My heart's to fear a Granger ^ 
Uigh feat and rocks f'-il never mifldf 

1 laugh at toil and danger. 
I hope he will not teil mr, nay. 

Nor fancy Tm unrteai'yj 
If glory calJt my fwain away,, m 

Love bids me to be ready. 

To other lands, from pleafantTwerd, 

With him I rouft be flying; 
F'^r fhady grove, and painted mead. 

Your Jenny won*t be crying. 
Till tumult's o'er, adieu to all. 

Not long 1 hope t<» tarry ; 
I hear t4ie drum's enliv'nins call, 

I myft be gone with Harry. 



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915. 



^T the foot of a hill, in a neat lonely cot. 
To die an old maid I'm afraid is my lot; 
Not a man bat my father e'er fcen in the place t- 
Think how bard my condition, and pity mv 
cafe. 

Young Willy, the pride of the pla'nt, Tadore'; 
He'ft handfome, good-humour'df hat richet in 

ftore : 
But I'm a poor damfel, of parentage bafe; 
'[ hiok how hard my condition, and pity my 

cafe. 

My mother once canght us alone in tht dark^ 
She chid me, and forc'd me awc^ fcavok. t!K\ 

(patkv 
Then ta\c'd m^Ocv ti? ^wwi^ t^^ ^»»fc.vtA. 

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$uch a ftrange alteration hat felz'd me of late. 
Like a turtle 1 mourn all the day for n» v mate ; 
At night in my dreams his blcftinM^t I trace : 
l*hilik how hard my condition, anc pity my 
cafe. 

Whenever I think on him,l (igh and lodk pale; 
My nothcr (he aflcs me, w^at is it I ail : 
My rural companions all look in my face» 
And io friendly companion they pity my cafe. 

Ob| Hymen! be kind, and give ear to my fighs, 
Reftore my young ihepheru once more to my 

The dear nuptial moment with j'>y Til embrace, 
Aod maidens ihall envy, not picy my cafe. 



SONG 916. 
Sung at Vauxmall. 

T Have ferioufly weighed it, and ^nd it but juft, 
That a wife makes a man either bleflcd or 

curilj 
I declare 1 will marry, ah ! can I but find, 
Mark me well» ye young lafles, the maid to my 

mind. 

Not the pert little Mifs who advice will derplfe, 
Nor the girl whe*s fo fuolifli to think herfeif 

wife, 
Nor ihe who to all men alike would prowekindj 
Not one of thel'e three is the maid to my minJ. 

Not the ^rude who in public will never be free. 

Yet in private a toying ior ever will be, 

Nor coquette that's too forward, nor jilt tbat*s 

QnkiiK^i 
Not one of thefe three is the maid to my mind . 

Nor fhewho for pleafare her hulbind will H'ght, 
t«for the pofitivc dame, who thifiks always file's 

right, . . , 

Nor /he who a dupe to the faihion'a irt^lin'd j 
Not one of ihcls. three is the maid to my mind. 

But the fair with goud-n^ture and carriage geri- 

tcel, 
V^hoher hufbard car. love and no fecrets r'vcnl, 
In whcfe bte-iiT I miy viitup an<i modeA) iind j 
This, this, and this only *s tiic maid to my mind. 



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917. 

ANp moss. 
Sung at Vauxmall. 

irith two nymphs that 



My Chloe Is fond all her charms to dilplay;' 
With the rofe in he»- cheek, ihe to all would \^ 

gjiyj 
On all paler beauties (hf looks down with pride, 
And can bear not a flowVet to grow by bar fide, 

She thinks not how guickly thefe chanm will 

expiret 
That with May thry firftcame, and withlunr 

mer retirrr 
Tbat pride, fq foon orer, if fooliih and vaia, 
And love, built on bcauty» pao*t hold with a 

fwain. 

But Jenny, my myrtle, Be*er changes her fare| 
No Icafon nor age can her features difplace; 
She covets no praife, nor with envy is <hiB|, 
She alwayi'is pleu'd, and is pleafing and youaj. 

Then, Chlqe, I fudden muft make my retreat^ 
Thy rofe is too blooming, too ikortrliv'd aod 

fweet ; 
But Jenny, thy myrtle is lafting and green, 
And all the year thro* thou the fame ftili art 

feen. 



SONG 918. 

THE HONK Y-MOOH. 

^S May in all her youthful drefs. 

So itay my love did once appear; 
A Tpring of charms adoin'd her face, 

jhe rpfe'and lily fjouriHi'd there: 
Thus, while ih' enjoyment was but yoaig, 

Each night pew pleafures did create; 
Ambrofial words dropped frocq her tongue 

And am'rous Cupids round did vbait. 

But, as the fun to weft declines, 

The eaftern (ky does colder grow, 
And all his radiant looks refigns 

To the pale moon that rules be!ow; 
So l»>ve, while in her blooming h'>ur. 

My Chloe was all kind and gay; 
But when poffeflion nipp*6 that Aow*r, 

Her charms, like autumn, droop'd aWay. 



SONG 



919. 



'AT once Vm in love 

arc fair. 

And to fweets in my garden thefe nym^h» 1 
compsuc; 
Nor can ibrub, nor can bloflbm, he better th*n 
' thDfeg ' 
p^/c^Mf'iwy mvrOej and Chioc't my toft 



lOMETMINC TflAT*i UKSXKK. 

•I'W AS not Belinda's face, iho* fair. 
Her arched brow, or aul^urn hair. 

Her fweetly graceful mien ; 
Nor yet her cheeks eternal glow. 
That firft dirtarb'd my reft— Ah ! no» 

*Twas fometbing that*s unfeen. 

The fweets her fairy form that deck, 
*TVve v^^^ ^^^^ tno^lHt her taper neck, 
Het \>o^otcv tcvU ^vv^ ^^ttv, 
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' r oil tell me, ao4 you tell roe truc» 
tier fcarlet lip, her eyes of bJue^ 

* , The ♦elver of her /kin : ^ 
But ihefe ditVurb not me — Ah! no) 
The force of thef: full well I know) 
I £j$h for what's unfeea. 

What tho* her charms are beatenly brigtit^ 
The endlefs fource of fvyeet delight* 

. The envy of a quefen ! 
The vulj^ar fee them and adore | 
Afy hbfom bieedi for fomeching more} 
The fomething that's unfeeo. 

*Tii thati lirhofe jieerlefs myftic charmi 
Give me a thoufand fond alarnis» 

Arid pleafel all mankind; 
IVhofe beams divine would gild a court, 
Cive fpleodour to a cro^r— In (hort. 

That fomething is — her mind. 



SONG 920. 

tHX iPoa'i'tMAN* 

]^ A R fC I tlie4oad*tuiiing horn bida the fportf- 
man prepare. 
And the bounds wooe him fbrth to the lawn ; 
'The huntfman proclaims that the morning is 
fair. 
And Aurora with red ftreakt the dawn. 

With pieafurc he hearkens the heart-foothing 
chear, 
Shakes Morpheus and llumber away; 
While joyful he (larts, and with fpeid doth ap- 

The foremoft to welcome the day. 

With the horn*s jjliy ciangor he quickeni the 
chace, 
And 6ils til the vale with his joys ) 
While his pleafure, full glowing, enlivens his 
face, 
Abd the hounds in full concert rejoice. 

Prom the fportrman> ye droneai you may learn 
how to live, 
Exempted from pain or difeafe| 
He'ii Oicyft that the fields and the meadows 
will give 
That health which you barter for eafe. 



SONG 921. 

f HE fagesof oId> 
In prophecy told. 
The caufe of a nation's undoing ^ 

But our hew £ngli(h biecd 

No ]^rophecics nred^ 
F«r ea^h one here (ttk» his own ruin* 

With grumbling and jars, 
W'e promote civj/ wars. 



We fnarl and we bite. 
We rail and we fight 
For religion, yet no man has tny« 

Then him let's commend, 

That*s true to his friend. 
And the church and the fenate w«iid fetdef 

Who delights not in bloodi 

But draws when he /hou*d« 
And bravely (lands brunt to the bottlc« 

Who rails not at kingly « 

Nor politick things, 
Nor treafon will fprak when bc*tfDdloW| 

But tjikes a full glafs 

To his country*! fuccefs; 
This, this is an honeft brave fellow* 



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921. 



A ICOTCn BA LL AD* 

Sung at Marybons. 

Y E verdant woods, aad cryftal flreaaa^ 

B^ whofe enamell d fide 
I fhar'd the fun*8 refreihiog betmt^ 

While Jockey waa my guide: 
No more their (hades or murmurt plcif^ 

Poor Sylvia's love-fick mfnd } 
No ruril Areams can give me eafe> 

Since Jockey profcs unkind* 

Come, gloomy eve, and veil the iky 

With clouds of dsi^efl hucj 
Wither, ye plants — ye flowVets diei 

UnchearM with balmy dew. 
Ye wildly-warbling bifds, no morfc 

Your fongs Can foothe my mind | 
My hourp of joy, alas! are o'er. 

Since Jockey proves unkind* 

ril hie me to fome dreary groire. 

For (ighin^ forrow made. 
Where nought but piaintive drains of Iprt 

Refound through evVy fliadej 
Where the fad turtle's melting grief 

With Philomela's jf>in'd, 
Alone (hall yield my htart relief^ 

Since Jockey proves unkind. 

Be warn'd by Sylvia's f^te, ye maidi^ 

And HiJn the foft deceit, 
Tho' love's own eloquence perfuadei^ 

* ris all a dangVous cheat. 
Fly quickly, fl^ the faithlefs fwaio. 

His treacherous arts defpife; 
So /hall you live etempt from pain^ 

While hapiefs Sylvia dies. 



SONG 923. 

BENEATH a bower of blooming May, 
Yonpg Damon all complaining lay. 
Of Choc's cold difdain; 
In va\n xVie CUni«x% %^oxtC^>^vvA«iv 

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Whither, he cries, ye happy hours, 
That gaily froiick'd tound thefe boweri. 

Ah ' wliither take your flight ? 
Will Chloc deign no more to h''ar 
The truent vows, the fighs finccrc? 

Th«:.gave fo much delight. 

Te rapturous ^oys, that flrM my brcaft. 
When by nu jealous fears opprels'd, 

Of happier rival's claim; 
Where are ye fltd! for evtr gone, 
Tho* ardours in my bofotn burn , 

Aijr pailioo Aill (he.fame. 

TTt^ modeft blulh, the down-caf( lookf 
Whene'er 1 of ray paHion fpoks. 
Did evVy fear annoy; 

fehearful I tun'd my pipe all day, 
[y flockt delighted, fought their play; 
AU'nature faiifd with joy. 

Defpair now only racks fny fnrnd. 
My Chloe nqw no sore is kind. 

But flights my ardent vows: 
Thc^ftnilea flic onee beftow*d on me. 
The vows, that eonf^nt (he would be. 

On CoUn now beftows. 

Carelul VW fliun my fellow fwains ; 
Their youtliful fporcs, their rural gamef> 

Can yield delight oo more : 
Retired to the fliady grove, 
That has my artlefs tales of lovcy 

So often echoed o*er ; 

(But now the fad referfe muft knowy 
And only echo to my woe, 

Since Chloe*s proved untrue;) 
Alone I'll feek the once-bJefbM (hade, 
Where arm in arm we oft have ftriy 4, 

Till death my pains fuMue. 



SONG 924. 

ISABOLD AVD XMMA; A CANTATA* 

Recitative. 

JN yonder grove, where Cyprefs fpreads it*s 

gloom. 
In tbofe dark fhades no happy lovers flray | 
See, where in tears the wreiched Emma moans 
Her Harold's abfence, and his tao hard face; 
Doom'd from her arms in diftant climbs to roam, 
And tempt the fatal fliafc in war*s aUrmt, 
While wichfufpencear.ddoubtfulfearsopprefa*d. 
Sad Emaaa wakes the grove with fad complaint^ 
And likelt Pliilomel the woods among, 
$hc thus, in fwe«tc(k iccenu» tunea her long. 

Ask. 

If thy too cruel bow be bent, 

Stern fate ! to wound my HaroId*s hearty 
O! change for once thy dire intent, 
Orta my bofotn plunge the dart ; 
T/ie hg/fpy metm fo m^y I pio? e, 
^o/src mj iQT&i my iitt a&d 1otc% 



RECITATirr. 

Thua funk in deep diftrefs» the beastnyiCaMa 

mourn'd ; 
When founds of triumph ^uck her liftHiiig 

ear; 
Near* r they drew, and fuog of HaroWt fai». 
As wh^o the fun .>bfcor*d by envious clouds, 
Rrfti*k4ihr<<*thf gloom, :«ndbrighten»3Harooid, 
Soch.^ng'd fhefcrnir whcrelovely EmmagricT'd, 
Wnen crownM with honour the brave yoaih 

(hef/nind. 
And wh-n hereafter to thii grove flie ftray'd, 
And heard the turtles from the cyprefs bough. 
For none but happy lovert, fure, (he faid» , 
This fweet fequefter*d fcene was ever nadc* 

Alt. , 

Tune, Philomel, a happy ftnm» 

And charm th** Ijft'ning groves 
My Haiold faff from war's alarmf» 

Returns to.blefs his love. 
Take thy fad bread from off the thorn* 

N'<r mniirn the woods among ; 
Rut from the rofe and woodbine (hade* 

Pour forth th* enraptured {m%\ 
Ye flr>wVing (hrubs, your odoara ^eaad* 

Wanton on Zephvr'i win^. 
And ev'ry fweet, and ev'ry charm* 

To happy Emma bring. 



SONG 915. 

Written by Mr. HAtTi|t6t* 

^\^ HEN firft the towVing mountains rofe* 

When fttdden fprang the lafting hiiti. 
The riting ftrcamk their pearly courfes choTa* 

And fang in wild, meandering rills*' 
R«:fe Britannia! Britannia raife the fong! 
Still freedom's fire pervade thy tongue 

*Twat then on Albion*s new-form*d Acre, 
Her guardian angel tna'd the Jay, 

Heaven's firm decree thus to explore. 
Ha fung the pa^ of Gaorge*s day* 

Raife Brirannia! &c. 

Go forth along the pathtefs main; 

Thy future fons lead forth to war-» ' 
Return with glory in thy train. 

And wandVing peace' bring hoftte frotafir* 
Raife Brirannia ! &c. 

Tho* faction as the billows rage. 
Beyond the wide Atlantic main. 

Thy guardian ftill from age to age. 
Shall facred free4om*8 caafe maintain. 

Raife Britannia ! &c. 

Thy countleft fons, born to be free. 
No gloomy tyrant e*er (hall rale} 

The weftern worfu (hall bend to thac* 
And reafon raging, pa(fion cod. * 

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Sofc peace again inf^'ire each gen*rous tongue, 

Bright glory crown his future day. 
Jtaife Britannia! Sec. 

While waves thf beauteous ^pafts (ball Jare* 
And «iicie»t ocean round ti'.ae ^ow. 

Thy dattntlefa <<>ni fliail i\\l\ be brAvrj 
No wails of brafa couid guard, chrc To ! 

•Itaife Britajinia* Britaniua raife the frmg I 

Still f»c4ain*6 fite pervade thy toiigtie. 



SONG 926. 

Sung at Vavixall. 

^S ^on Tzft banks I wandered in fearch of 

my fair. 
How fmooth was the Hream ! and how foft was 

theaif! \ 

To nothing but thee fuch a fcene I. compare; 
And thee it.reCeaibles» dear Jenny. 

The deep cryftal wave was a type of thy face» 
■ (IrhnughritfocicAfitmightfcrvefbgthyglaJfsy) 
And the curb, if there were, for thy dimples 
might.pafs : 
f vo«*d *twas the pidure of Jenny. 

Jdctliotsgbt it xook in all the sh«irDBS of thy 

ntiody 
To virtue, taloWf and Co pity i«clin*d> 
' The tender, foft paflions that feel no rude windj 
JoTiCtlai is the bofom of Jenny. 

Allpleas*d with the prWjpta, IwiAi'd the bright 

maid 
Cou^d have feen her dear felf in this mirror dif- 

play'd; 
^Twas likelier when laft the deacgirJ I (urvey^d: 
Like none it cott*d be but my Jenny. 

But fuddco a tempeft, I ne*er favr before, 
Made the billows arife, and the fea foam and 

roar; 
1 thought that I fca^'cely was fafe on the ihore: 
« Ah, me ! even then it was Jenny. 

The fame dreaJfu! jjj^ht, when (ofpleen youVe 

iuc!in*d, 
IVhen to me you are crofs, and to others are 

kind: 
'Bat never, dear girl, raife this ftorm in your 

mind; 
*1rw1il kill me, believe me, dear Janriy. 



S O N .0 927. ' 

Sung at Vauxmall. 

^S Thyrfis, redin*d by hw fide he lov'd beflT, 

With a figh her foft hand to his bo/om he 

preft. 

While his paffioR he braath'd in the grove ; 

-^s the bird Ifr his neft ftill returns for f^ofe, 

<^s hack to the /ountMin the oooftaac lUcam 

/towt. 



If c'erthis heart tovesorrevofts from U's chains. 
May Cerrs, in i.)ge,quit the vaiiies and plains; 

Miv Han his prtttcftivn deny ! 
in vai:) wou*d young Philli; and Laura be kind; 
On cbe lips of anr>cher no rapcure i Cm4i 

With thee as i\t liv'd, fo 1*11 die. 

More dill had he fwore, but the <}uceB of the 

May, 
Young Jenny the wanton, by cliance pafs*d that 
way, 
Aod £ou^hc fw«cr rep^r in rhe ^wle;* - 
With r»rr(.w, young lovrrs, 1 cell the fad tafe^ 
The \iit was alluring, the ihcohcrd was frail. 
And fo»got ev'ry vow he had made. 

To comfort' the nymph, and beliefs to fupply. 
In the foimof Alrxls youpg .Cupid dr^w.j^gji; 

or fli^pherds ihc envy and 'pride; 
Ah' blame nor* hem lid, ifo*ercome by his truths 
Her hano and her heart ihe beftow*d on the 
youth ; 

And the next A)orn beheld her his brltfe* 

Lf am rather from Sylvia*s example, ye £ur. 
That a pleaiaog reveoge ihouM uke plafic of 
defpair. 

Give (brrow and care to the windi 
If faithful the fwain, to his paiCon^betru^} 
If falfe, fcrek redrcfs from a lover that's new. 

And pay each inconllant in kind. 



SONG 91S. 

p A I R is the fwan, the ermine whiter 

And fair the lily of the vale; 
The- moon rcfpiendent queenof ntght, • 

And fnows that drive before the galcj 
In fairnrfs thefe the reft excel; 
B;ic fairer is my Ifabel. 

Sweet is the vl'iet, fweet the rofe. 

And fweet liic morning brrath of May; 

Carnations 1 ch cheii I'wcets di'clofe, ' 
And the fweet winoing woodbjaes ftray: 

In fwectnefs tbefe ili«- rell excel; 

Eut fwcetrr i* my IfabcL 

Conftaur the poets caii the dove. 
And am'rous they the fparrowcall; 

Fond is the (ky-lark of his love. 
And fond the feacher*d warblers allt 

In fondnefsthrie the-reft excel; 

But fonder i of Ifabel. 



SONG 929. 

AKACaiON*S PBKAM. 

^S I on purple tap*ftry lay. 

And flept the tediitiS night away* 
' Well wirm'd wiihin 

With fparkling w;ne, 
I fce.n'd with. V\i^\w% V.\^ ^^ Wvi 
To dance, and C\tx^> aivi ^^xvX^^ \^M^ C 

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And ev'ry f««ii 

Upion the pUin 
fioth envy*d and reproach*d me tooy 
ThiiC 1 with virgin» had to dd. 

An amVoui kifs I would hnwt ta*en; 
IBut, waking, found my hopes were faijX| 

Then cur»*d the day, 

"Whofe glaring ray 
Bereav'd me of lo fweet a pain ; 
And ftrove to fleep and dream again. 



SONG 930. 

MTBTILLA. 

Sung at Ranilaor. 

Y^ cheaiful virgins, have ye feen 
My fair Myrtilia pafs the grceo» 

To rofe or jefs'mine bowV? 
Where does ihe feek the woodbine (hade? 
For fure ye know the blooming maidy 

Sweet as the May- born flowV. 

Her cheeks are like the maiden rofe^ 
Joined with the lily as it grows, 

Where each in fweetnefs vies i 
Like dcw>drops glittVing in the morny . 
When Phabus gilds the flow*ring thorn^ 

Health fparkles in her eyes. 

Her fong is like the linnet^s lay, 
.. That warbles chearful on the fpray 

To hail the vernal beam : 
Her heart is blither than her fong; 
Her palfions gently move along, 

Like tht fmooth-gliding ^eam. 



If delighted her lover apprarf) 

The fai-.-one pjrtik.*s of his blifs; 
If dejeded, flie foothes all his car?*. 

And heait all his pains with a kifs; 
She derpifef the artful deceit 

That is pta£tif*d in city kni court; 
Thinkt happincfs no where compleatt 

But where (hepherds and nymphs do rdert: 
And the lads tell the UflVs they die in dc^iiri' 
Unlefs they are kind aa Phebe the fair. 

Ye youths, whoVe acca#tm*d to rere,- 

And each innocent fair-one betray^ 
No longer be faithlefs in love'. 

The diAates of honour obey; 
Ye nymphs, who with beaoty are Ueft» ■ 

With virtue improve ev*ry grace; 
The charms of the mind, when pofftAf 

Will di(;nify thofe of the face; 
And ye Uds and ye iafles, «»honi Hymci Iril 

join'd^ 
Like Colin be conftant, like Pliebe bt Iu4, 



SONG 931. 

COL IN AMD PHXBX. 

Sung at Ramxlach. 

'\Y HERE the jeflamine fweetens the bowV, 

And cowflips adorn the gay green. 
The rofes, refrc(h*d by the (how*r, 

Contribute to brighten the fcene; 
In a cottage, retired, there live 

Young Colin and Phebe the fair; 
The bleffings each other receive 

In mutual enjoyments they (hare ; 
And the lads and the laiTes, that dwell on the 

plain. 
Sing in praifc of fair Phebe, and Colin her fwaio. 

The fweeti of contentment fupply 

The fplendor and grandeur of pride; 
No wants can the ihepherd annoy. 

While bleft with his beautiful bride; 
He wiflies no greater delight 

Than to tend on the lambkins by day^ 
And ieturn to his Phebe at night. 

Hi* innocent toil to repay; 
And the hdt tell tht laflei, in hopes to pre^aW. 
They're i§ conBiUit at ColLn who Irvev'intbe 



SONG 93s. 

AS t*other day o*er the greea meadow I psil^ 

A fwaiti otertook me, aifd held osy Ud* 
faft; 
Theii pry'd. My dear Lucy, eboii eamft of if 

care. 
How long muft thy faithful jooiif Tkjrft^ 

fpair ? I 

To crown my loft wlfhet* no longer be ftyf j 
But frowning, lanfwer*d. Oh! fie, ibephtKfi 

fic« 

He told me hit paflion, like time fttwiU ea4nCf 
That beauty, which kindled his flame, inM 

fee u re ; 
That all my fweet charms were for pleafat if> 

fign*d, 
And youth was the feafon to love and be kiad« 
Lord what cou*d I fay f I coofd hardly dcRy# 
And faintly 1 utter*d, Ohl fie, ihepherd! Ut 

He furore with a k'fs that he could not reM% 
I told him *twas radr^ but he kifa*d me agili; 
Mycondoft, ye f<Ir«onea, in ^ueftion ne'er call| 
Nor think I did wrong, I did nothing at alli 
Refolv'd to refif^, yet }nclin*d to comply, 
Now goefs, if I ftili faid. Oh, Bt, Shq^v^i 



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SONG 933. 

Y^ HERE is pleafure f tell me where; 

What can touch my foal with joy i 
All aroend this fpacioos fphere. 

Let my mufe her fearch employ- 
Honour, let thy chariot roll, 

I>tcVd Wt^ \\\W%^ ^af^ant arme, 

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, thy ihining ftorrs produce, 
'd In golucn mountains rife^ 
t fcnfelers mifert chufcy 
. can*tl ne'er allure mine ejfct; 
elia, lovely fair! 
:he precious boon beflow { 
e, ye'powVs, O giie me herl 
■ all I aik below. 



S O ^ G 934« 

Sung in the fKnftt Re^enitd. 

wives at home, your huiband goney 
theoo leave care and thinicing | 

gaily we the hours pafs on 

.ughing and in drinking. 

al joys of love are Aiar*4 
hole ybo are tifcree(eftj 
;re*sliis health who Arft declar*d 
'n pleifures are the fweeteft. 

" ■?■■'■ ■ " " 

SONG 935. 

Written by Mr. Dawks. 

bngflers from evVy tree, 
nd all that iiihabit the grove, 
liften a moment to me, 
ilft 1 ^r\g in the praife of my love* 
»left and how happy's your ftate 1 
I can bade in the beams of her eyes; 
ilai ! fad to tell, cruel fate 
me the de^r blefling denies. 

nbkins who play at her fttu 

J enj >y her fweet ifmiles all the day, 

Id think my blifs more than complete 

ler prefence one moreen c to ftay 1 

: beauties are hid from your eyes, 

bleating around her you (land } 

•I no emotions arifc 

ille contented ye feed from her hand. 

r all the gracrs do m*f t, 
her all the yiifies combine, 
all that is lovely or fwfet, 
d all thit is reckoned divine, 
vould (he but fmile on my lays, 
RTOjld more than compenfate my pairt| 
lets contend for the bays, 
:h trifles as thefe 1 difdain. 



SONG 936. 

TMt MILITIA MABCH. 

Sung at Vao SHALL* 

RK* the loud drum; 
Hark the (hrill trumpet founda to tn^f ; 
it Britoni! come; 
epar*d for war*s alarms, 
Whil^ in amy we (iand, 
y/iJit F^encbmta dMre$ tb land f 
I ch' tttempt to meet ^ia dooa^x 
a dcdtti, or a wic'ry tomk* 



The Briton brave, 
On land or wave. 

Will invaders defy; 

Will repulfe chem, or dit. 
And fcorns to live a ilave. 

Recal the days 
When btavely your forefathers foaght} 

When, crpwn'd with praife. 
They martial glory fought. 

Bid the^r high deeds infpirc ! 

Bid Magna Charta fire! 
Greatly they taboui'd for our goodj 
All fcrtps of tranny withftood. 

Thefe we defy : 

On our own ftrength rely. 
What Briton fo bafe, 
Wou*d his country difgrace. 

And from his colours Ayf 

Now party fpite 
No more quf meafprei will oppofej 

For all unite 
'Gainft our infulting foes. 

All then in chorus fing, 

Long live our gracious king! 
Fill to George the fparkling bowl| 
Hand it round, ea^h loyal fouU 

Rife patriot fame! 

Thy glories proclaim t 
Who his fword boldly draws 
In his country's caufr, 

Will win a deathlels name. 



SONG 937. 

^^OU*D yoa the charming queen of lovt 

Invite with you to dwell. 
No want your poverty flioa*d prcj^e. 
No ft ate your riches tell : 

Both her and happinefsto hold, 

A middle ttate muft pleafe; 
They fliun the houfe that Aines with gold. 

And that which ihines with greafe. 



SONG 938 . 

J^ Y .fathe** and mother (what ail them!) 

Pretend Vm too young to be wed; 
They expe^, but in truth I (hall fail thcmf 
That I Hniih my chairs and my bed. 

Provided our minds are but che.ry. 
Wooden chairs wo'not argue a glore. 

Any bed will hold me and my deary. 
The main chance in wedlock is love* 

My father, when alk*d if he'd lend n« 
1 An horfe to the parfon to ride: 
I In a wheel-barrow oflfer'd to fend ut, 
I And John for the footman belide. 

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The ncighbonrt are nettfed moft fairly : 
Was e'er fuch a forward, bold t\un^ \ 

Sore girl never ad^ed fo madiv ! 

Thro* tbe parift thefe backbiting) ring* 

Yet I will be married to-morrow, 

And charmin< young Harry^schc mant 

My brother** blifid rag we can borrow. 
And he may prrvenr us that can. 

Kot waiting for parents confentinfr. 
My brother took Nell of the green| 

Yet both far enough fiom repenting. 
Now live like a Icln^ and a queen. 

Pray, when will your gay thing5 of London 

Produce fuch a ftiappe. a^ N«*ll ? 
Their wives by their Kuibands are undone^ 

As Saturday's newfpaper;* tell* 

Poll Barnlry faid, ov*r and ©ver, 
I foon fliou'd he Irh in the lurch : 

F©r Har'-y fh*» knew \va'» a rov^r. 

And never won d venture to church. 

And I know 'he sc-rovvs that woand her! 

He COM! ted her once he contei^; 
Wirh another to-) gicat when he found her, 

fie bid her take them fhe Jik'd be'). 

But all that are like her« or wou*J be. 
May learn from my Harry apii me, 

If maids wnuid h" n:aid« v/hile rhev fliouM be, 
How faitnful their fweclhcarts Wou'd bt. 

My mother fayi» cloxthing and feeding. 
Will foon make me fick of a brat; 

But,, tho* I grow (tck in my brredin^ 
i care not a farthing for that: 

For, if Vm not hugely miftaken, 
We can by the f* eat of our brow. 

Slick a ho0 once a- year for fat bacon. 
And all the year round keep a cow* 

I value no dainties r button, 

Coatfe food will oor flomachs allay: 

If we can't get l>eef, veal, or mutton, 
A chine and a pudding we may« 

A fig for your richtffV brocading; 

111 lindfey there's n«>ihing that's bafe 1 
Your Hnery fo.n fets a fading \ 

My dowlafs wiil ((and beyond lace. 

I envy not wealth to the mifer. 

Nor wou'd I be plagu'd wtth his ftorei 

To eat d) and wear al! is vw'frr; 
Bemigh muft be better than more. 

So nothing ihall tempt me from Harry, 

For he is a« erde as the fun : 
Sve with Adaift was order'd to marry; 

This world it' fliould end as begun. 



SONG 959. 

Sung in the fTivet Rtvatged* 

^fA ST£R Jenkins fmok'd his pipe. 
And fwcre he*d jic'cr be matried, 
Sot 'gMin&each hu/bjnd threw fooie wipe. 
Or ttryj^H dtolly carii«d» 



Mailer Jenkins thought a wife 

The g.eatefl morti« evil, 
Ana (wore to lead a hufband's life 

Muft be.the very devil. 

Mailer Jenkins fii^ok'd his pipe 

At home, content, and married, 
R'-gardiefs of each fnetr or wipe. 

Or dry jrft droliy ca»ricd : 
Matter Je«kin4 fwore a- wife 

Was not fo great an evil ; 
An>^ any but a hu(band> life 

Was novr the very devil. 

Mailer Jenkint fmokM hit pipe^ 

And had been fome months married f 
Severely now he felt each wipe. 

For horns the poor man carried t 
Mailer Jenkins curs'd his wife. 

And (wore of fuch an evil. 
To get well quit he'd part with \\fk9 

Or feiid her to the devil. 



S O N O 940. 

J N young A^lvea's. fparkling eye, 

Rffiillefs love has fixt his throne; 
A tho-.ilAnd levers bleeding He 

For her, ^♦ith woundsthc^- fear ro own i 
While the coy beauty fpeedN her fiight. 

To dlil^nt groves, from whence Sie.came; 
So lightning vani^c6 fiom fight. 

But leaves the fureA in a flame. 



S O N O 941. 

Q N E ev*ning good- humour met wit as a guef. 
By friendihip invited, to iharr at a feaft ; 
Iheir liquor was ci<ircr, and love was their boft. 
And harmony garnilh'delch double- meant toalt 

But while, like true bucks, they enpy'd their 

dtiign, 
(For the jiys of a buck lie' in love, wit, and 

wijjc) 
Surpriz'd, they all heard at the door a loud 

knock. 
And th' watchman hoarfe bellowM, 'twu paft 

twelve o'clock. 

They ni^nbly ran-downrthedifturbinf dog fbufld> 
Then up (lairs they dia^^d the impertinent 

bound ; 
But when come to the li^lit, how imich they 

were pleas'd, 
To fee *twas*tlic grey glutton, Tii»c, they had 

feia'd! . , 

' Hif el.afs, as a lanthorn, his fcythe at a pole. 
His Hngle lock dangling all down hit fmootb 

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he <reDom-tooth*d favage, On thU »d- 

:e fix, 

iCure (Irilccs twelve, folly ftiii points at 

^er had preached » but po longer they'd 
arric, 
hid him at once in a hogfhead of claret. 

I right, cry'd out wit ; whil« we*re y^ 
our prime, 

( nothing like claret for killing of time : 
' cry*d out love ; now no more he will 
lock, 
pertinentul) us, 'Tit paft twelve o'clock. 

me IS no more, nor no more can forbid 

» 

id wit of that troublefome gueft has well 

i us J 

u'd he be wanted for any defign, 

orth he*ll he found in a hogihead of wine. 



SONG 941. 

Sung at Yavxhall. 

NG Thyrfts, ye Oiepherds, is gone; 

)ok all around for the fwain : 

!d, and joy with him is flown; 

eaves me to forrow and pain. 

is it 1 madiy wou*d rove^ 

ye tell me what's left worth my ftay ? 

tc I perceive it was love 

Jie while /led my fancy aftray. 

ifails if I tarry behind, 
my heart he has dole quite away? 
tfort on earth (kail I find, 
eft or by night or by day. 
he fung, oh! I li(len*d with gleet 
n he fmird, how 1 !an^uiib'dand figh'd! 
bought I the moment to fee, 
a to fee I cou*d wi(h to have died. 

lo is it comes o'er the green ? 
Thyrlis, the dear, wifli'd-fpr youth j 
ath e'er Hull part us, I ween, 
han death is much ftronger his truth, 
ufc faw them meet in the grove } 
the maid and the fhepherd ail bleft: 
r*d to be true to his love; 
dares not to whifper the reft. 



SONG 943. 

TRX DZSPAIIING iMIPHIlO, 

EATH a cooljng (hade 
iing Strephon fought relief t 
>w*rs around his head 
I9 confcious of his grief. 

fooliih wretch, (h^ cry'd} 
e. Mad yet defpair i 
tbo' aw deoy*4 
r too-cruci fzir. 



The courtier afks a place; 

The failor tempts the fea; 
The xAifer begs increali: > 

Love only governs me. 

Not honour, wealth, or fame, 
Can like fo^t tranfports move : 

On earth *tis blifs fupreme. 
And keav'n is but to love. 



SONG 944. 

Sung at Ranxlagh. 

'P O take in good part the fgueeze of the hand. 
That language of lovers who dare not de- 
mand; 
And when ^ith another, as clofe and as dear, 
Yoa*ve made him believe his happinefs near; 
Then to tell him a tale of a cock and a bully 
That you meant no fuch thing, but was play- 
ing the fool. 

The tread on the 'toe to admiH, and be free. 
And ftraight torepl^ with the toe repartee'; 
To ejcprefs with your eyes your inward defireiy 
And thus with full hopes to kindle his fires 2 
Then ta tell him a tale, &c. 

When he wants to difdofe what he darei not 

reveal; 
When he looks very filly, and mtant a pfiMl^ 

deal ; 
When he thinks (if e'er thinking ihou'd enter 

his brain) 
You'll now grant his wl/h, the eafe of his pain; 
Then to tell him a tale, &c. 

To let him, enraptut*d, proceed on to blifs) 
To fufter the fnatch or the theft of a kifs; 
When coynefs retreating unwilllngiy flies ; 
When (ighs anfwer murmurs, and eyes talk to 

eyes; 
Then to tell him a tale of a cock and a bull. 
That you meant no fuch thing, but was play- 
ing the fool. 



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SONG 945. 

THX PARTIN6. 

'pHB rifing fun thro* all the grove 

Diffus'd a gladfome ray ; 
My Lucy fmiPd, and talk'd of lovCy 

And ev'ry thin j look'd gay ^ 
But oh ! the faul hour wat coma 

That forc'd me from my dear; , 

My Lucy then, through gr^ef was dambf 

Or fpoke but by a tear. 

Now far from her and blifs I roam» 

AH nature wears a change \ 
The azure fk*) teem% >N\^^^.\n ^^a^tsiv 

And ev*i^ ^\%ce\<»V% ^txTv%^\ 
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With fad contrail inereafe my fpleeoy 
And make me loacl| the fprin^. 

My books, chat wont to foothe vy mindy 

No longer now can pleafe $ 
There only thofe amufenients find 

That have a mind at cafe : 
Nay, life icfelf is taftelefs grown^ 

From Lucy whilft I ftray^ 
lick of the world, I mufe aJong> 

Aad figh the live4oaf day. 



SONG 946. ^ 

VAIt CRLOf. 

QOME, jrtl ye young fpirfti of lively ^ddrefs, 
Ye arts' that can juy and good'humour ez- 
prefij 
Come, all the foft numbers that Oyid has writ, 
To fweeten my language, infpirc my wii; 
For theic are all wanting, my lame to declare, 
Since Chloe^ tho* pretty, is witty as fair. 

With flattery attempt not her bofom to moTc ; 
8he*ll fee thro* the fiaud, and perceive it/rom 

loyei 
Her wit is fo ready, her judgment fo clear. 
With a look /he di (covers the faifc from lincere. 
*Tis wifdom and truth, then, my flame muft 

declare, 
Since Ch«oe, tho^ pretty, is witty as fair^ 



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H7' 



yifOVlsD yon obtain the gentle fair, 

AiTuaie a French, fantaftic airj 
Oft, when the fcnVous Briton fails, 
^ foppiih foreigner prevails. 

You rnufb teach her to dance. 

As the mode is in France, 
^nd make the beft ufe (^f your feet ^ 

Cock your hat with a grace, 

All be-brazen your face, 
And drefs mod aOc£^edly neat. 

Then bow down like a beau. 

Hop and turn out your toe, 
Lead Mifs by the l^and, and leer at her; 
' Draw your glove with an air. 

At your white ftockings Aare, 
^.ad fimpfi, ^nd o^le, and flatter. 

Walk the ^gi)re of pight. 

With your rump ftiff* and ilraight| 

Then turq her W'th delicate eaCe^ 
Bow again very ln«|r. 
Your good-breeding to fhew, 

^Lnd Miify yoii*ll per fe^y plcafe. 

1/ fhe& /teps you purfue. 
You will Coon briag her too^ 
And d4f tkt fhUd of hct ^uw\ 



Her poor heart will heave high. 
And flicM) laoguiih and fifh. 
And caper quite into your arms. 



SONG 948. 

T F from the loftre of the fqn 

To catch your fleeting Aiade you ntO| 

In vain is all your hafte. Sir ; 

But if your fept reyerfe the race. 

The fugitive will urge the chace, 

And follow you at faft. Sir, 

Thus, if at any time, as now. 
Some fcornful f l|via ycu purfuci 

In hopes to overtake hei $ 
Be fure you ne*er too eager be. 
But look upon^t as cold as (he. 

And feemingly forfake her. 

So I and Phitlis, t'other day. 
Were courfli.g round a cock of hafi 

Wbilfl 1 cou*d ne'er o'erget her i 
But when I foand I ran in v/in. 
Quite tirM, I^tum'd me back again j 

And, flying fiom her, met her. 



SONG 



94a 



'T' H O" form*d by the tendereft care of yoeeg 
love, ^ 

A wonderful clufter of charms you appear} 
So fweet no May morning, fo gentle no ^uvt, 

The role not fo blooming, the lily fo fair; 
Yet nothinc flial 1 make melubmit to ycur chain, 
For free I was born, and free wi}l lemaia. 

Tho* the diamond was foil'd %irhen naatch*d with 
your eye£j 
Tho* ermine and fnow wprQ difgrac'd by yoig 
flcln ; 
Tho* your foul too was lovely, noble, and «iftr, 
Ail luflre without, and all fweetnefs within^ 
Yet nothing, &c. 

Tho' your hair, black as jet, with beautifol 
twine 
Down your ihoulders in ringlett wanto;^1y 
^ow'd } 
Your Ihape was pe^fe^ion, your air was divioe^ 
You fpolce like an an^elj and mov*d like • 
god} 
Yet nothin; (hall make me fubmit to yodr chaiOf 
For free 1 was born, and free will remtin. 



SONG 950. 

Q E A R M^dani) old Isomer, a|i hoseft, bliad 

bard. 
Has told us (and who need difpute the man*^ 

word r } 
To Hi\\V\\?iu^ vVvt t>««fc S^Ten't deluding, M 

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m of the voice thofe of btluty 
III, vrhen fingle ! refiftlefs, com- 
a ocran fome dreadful Aarp rocks 
of poor tats were aUur*d to de- 

theJr fweet-flowing accents were 

t the rough rocks the mad xnari- 
rM: 

a poor bird, by the charmer de- 
ls fpiit, and the failors deftroyM. 

1, believe, for *tis certainly true, 
h a terribie creature are you: 
rrfe£tioff) the Syren's fell paits 
1 by your charms, and the rock is 
irt. 

uel fair, Ms in iaih to depTore, 
what choufands have fuiTer'd be- 

t, oh } g^ant this hft boon to jour 

)ur heart, be your bofom my grave. 



SONG 951. 

ung* at Vauxhall* 

ou haP' of (oft content; 
lou^inaufpicious gueft^ 
1 1 why thy /haft, was fcnt 
»ce p'»aceful breaft? 
(!, 1 thought the p2i.^)n| 
new joys could fbe j 
d an aiteratloHi 
es from love and rtie. 

k In th^ tfonfcious grove^ 

ly plaintive mourn'd, 

ih chancM that way to rove, 

e nymph returned t 

pcntant at her feer, 

I upon the Twain { 

nd heart re fponiive beat 

nd joy again. 



SONG 952. 

ten by Mr. Hamilton. 

ivc founds! an*! to the fair 
<«t woun<i* impart, 
•pe, tell all 1 tear, 
ion in my heart. 

hinks, h I'lfi'mlng now 
ichjtntin^ Ifrsin } 
t Triumphs o err her hr%w 
htcd iity |««ii.»i. 



Yes, plaintive founds! yet, yft delay, 

Howe*er ihy love refine $ 
Let that gay minute paf» away. 

The next perhaps is thiae. 

Yes, plaintive founds 1 no lonj|er croft^ 

Your grief (hall fooii be o'er ; 
Her cheeky undimpled lOW, has loil 

The fmile it lately wore. 

Yes, plaintive founds ! (be no>w it yoursf 

*Tis now your time to move) 
EfTay tofoften a(Ther powers, 

And be that fofcnefs, love. 

Ceafc, plaintive founds I your tafk it don^i 

That anxious tender air 
Proves o'er her heart the! confattt w«A| 

1 fee yoii Melting there. 

Return, ye fmiles, teCutn -agaiOy 

Return each fprightiy grace; 
I yield up to yoar charming relga 

All that enchanting face. 

1 take no outward fliisw amifs, 
Rove where you will, her eyes; 

Still let her fmileseaeh diepherd hltttf 
So ihe but hear my fight. 



S O N O 953* 

WritUn by the Etrl of Dofettf^ 

T ^T the ambitious favour find 

In courts and empty noife, 
Whilft greater love does fill my mind 
With filent real joys. 

Let fools and knaves grow rich and fruty 
And the world th^nk *em wife, 

Whilft 1 lie dying at her feet. 
And all that world defpjfe. 

Let conquering kings new trophies ralfCf 

And o^eit in court delights. 
Her eyes can give mi brighter days. 

Her arms much fofter nfghta. 



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954- 



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y^S the Thtmet* fifent ftream crept {kflfire 

along. 
And th^ wifidt mnmiar'd folemn the willftwi 

among ; 
On a green turf cbo^aining, t fwaifi lay rf • 

clin'd, 
And wept to the river, mod fighM to the wind 

In vain, he cry*d, nature kas wakened tffe 

fprns. 
In vaHi blooms the vi*Iet, the nigh tiogtle'sfing': 
To an eat full of forrow no beauties appearr 
Each xephyr*s a figh, and each d«w-dfOp*s a 

tear. 

In vain m^ ^tV\«d^ V?^i ^tk^^% \ti mw^ n 

The faVtta to eti^'^,t\v* >«\\*.^.\oVw^\ 
Her picltnce t^Q mote ^\\'r^ ^A\itv\ x<j ^^ «^ 
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Ohl that Somnus his pinions woiiM ortv me 

rprrad, 
And paincbutherimageindreimtinherftead; 
The beautiful vifion wouM foften my pain : 
Bat flcep^s a relief I folicit in viin. 

The wretch thuiy like me, his heart loaden 

with care, 
Ji deluded by h<tpe, and undone by defpair; 
His pain ever wakinir, denies him repofe, 
And the. moments but vary to T«ry his woes. 



SONG 



955- 



MEab AND LIANDIi; AV OLD «ALLAD* 

T EANDER on the bay 

of kellefpont all naked ftood ) 
Impatient of delay. 

He leaped into the fatal flood : * 

The raging fcas. 

Whom Hone can pleafe, 
*Gajnfl him their malice ihow } 

The heavens lour'd, 

The rain down poorM, 
And loud the winds did blow. 

Then cafting round his eyes, 

Thus 9^ his fate he did complain^ 
1E> cruel rocks and Ikies ! 
Ye ftormy winds, and angry main ! 

What 'tis to mifi 

The lover*s blifs. 
Alts ! ye do not know ; 

Make me your wreck 

As I come back, 
But fpare me as I go. 

Lo ! yonder ftands the tower 

Where my bclovfed Hero liet^ 
And this the appointed hour 

Which fets to watch her longing eyet • 
To h!S fond fuit 
The gods were mute; 
The billows anfwery No : 
Up to the ikies 
The furges rife. 
But funk the y«uth as low. 

Meanwhile the wifhing maid, 

Difided *twixt her care and lovCy 
Jtoy/r does his ftay upbraid; 

Now dreads he flioa*d the paflage prove : 
' Uic ! faidi flie, 
Nor Heaven, nor thee^ 
' Our vows itiaU e*er divide* 
rdJeap this wall, . 
Cou'd 1 but fall 
By my Iieander*s fide. 

At length the rifing fun 

Did to her fight reveal, too Iate« 
' That Hero was undone ; 

Not by Leander's fatilt, but fate* 
SMtd Ae, ril /hew, 
Tho' we *re two, 
Oar loves were ever one : 
This proof Vll give, 
/ will not live, 
^or OfkU b€ die ihat. 



Down from the wall (he ttapt 
Into the raging leas to him. 
Courting each wave (he met. 

To teach her weary'd arms to fwim« 

The fea-gods wepr. 

Nor longer kept 
Her from her lover's fide* 

When }oin'd at laft. 

She grafp'd him fail. 
Then figh*d, embraced, and died. 



SONG 956. 

^yE all to conquering beauty bowy 

It*s pleafing power admire ; 
But 1 ne'er knew a face till now, 

That cou*d like yours infpire : 
Now I may fay Tve met with one 

Amates all mankind ; 
And, like men gazing on the fun. 

With too much light am blind* 

Soft as the tender moving fighs. 

When longing lovers meet; 
Like the divining prophets wife^ 

Like new-blown rofes fweet ; 
Modcil, yet gay^ refenr*d, yet free; ^ 

Each happy night a bride; 
A mien like iwful majefty, 

And yet no fpark of pride. 

The patriarch, to win a wife, 

Chaibe, beautiful and young. 
Served fourteen years a painful life^ 

And never thought it long % 
Ah ! were you to reward fuch care. 

And life fo long would iUy, 
Not fourteen, but four hundred years^ 

Would feem but as one day. 



SONG 957. 

-^HEN the bright god of day 
Drove weilward his ray. 
And the ev'ning was charming and clear, 

The fwallows am^in 

Nimbly (kim o'er the plain. 
And our ihadows like giants appear. 

In a jeiTaraine bower, 

When the bean was in flower, 
And tephyrs breath 'd odours araondf 

Lov'd Cella flie fat 

With her fong and fifinnet, 
And ihe charm'd all the grove with her (w 

Rofy bowers flif fung, 

Whilit the harmony rung. 
And the birds they all flutcVing arrive. 

The induftrious bees 

From the flowers and trees, 
Gently hum with their fwecu to thdr hifC* 

The gay god of love; 
M Vkt ^^v cTw vVv^ ^Tove^ 

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ortals ! beware 

>u venture too near^ 

ly is armed to wound} 

ite you can't ihun, 

I're furcly undone, 

lily approach near the feund. 



SONG 958. 

N OLD SCOTCH BALLAD. 

E came • ghoft to Marg'rec's door» 
many a grievous groao> 
s cirled at the pin, 
fwer made /he none. 

y father Philip f 
my brother John? 
y true Jove Willy 
koiland new come home ? 

rhy father Philip, 
t thy brother John ; 
hy true lore Willy 
Scotland new come home. 

MargVet ! O dear MargVet ! 
thee rpeak to me ; 
my faith and troth, Marg*rett 
ave it to thee* 

1 and troth thou*t never gety 
:t 'vill I thee lend, 
thou come within my bower^ 
ifs my cheek and chin. 

'd come within thy bower, 
10 earthly man > 
i*d I Icifs thy rofy lipi, 
ays will not be lang. 

Marg'ret' O dear Marg'retJ 
thee fpealc to me } 
my faith and troth, Marg'ret^ 
;ave it to thee. 

h and troth thou's never get, 
:t will I thee lend, 
take me to yon kirk-yard, 
red mc with a ring. 

!s are buried in yon kirk«yardj 
»eyund the Tea; 
s tt-t my fpirit, Marg'ref, 
sliow fpeaking to thee. 

tch*d out her lily-white hand, 
'or to do her be ft, 
re't your fsith and troth, Willy, 
end your foul good reft. 

; has kilted her robes of green 
ce below her knee, 
the live-laog winter night 
lead corpfe followed ihe. 

May room at your head, Willy ? 
Y toom at your feet > 
HUB Mt your tide-, Wiliy, 
thit i may creep ? 



There's n« room at my head, Marg'ret j 

There's no room at my feet j 
There's no room at my fide, Marg'rety 

My coffin's made fo meet. 

Then up and crew the red, red cock. 

And up then cew the grey ; 
'Tis time, 'tis lime, my dear Marg'ret, 

That .you were going away. 

No more the ghoft to Marg'ret faid. 

But, with a grievous groan. 
He vaniih'd in a cloud of mift. 

And left her ail alone. 

O ftay, my only true love, ftay. 
The conftant Marg'ret cry'd j 

Wan grew her cheeks, ihe clos'd her een^ 
StreCch'd her foft limbs, and dy'd. 



SONG 959. 

P £ LI A, too late you wou'd repent I 

The olTering all your ftore. 
Is nnw but like a pardon Cent 
To one that's dead before. 

While at the firft yon cruel prev'd. 
And grant the blifs too late. 

You hindred me of one I lov'd. 
To give me one I hate. 

I thought yoo innocent as fair. 
When firft my court I made $ 

But when your falflioods' plain ippear^ 
My love no longer ftay'd. 

Your bounty of thefe favours Ihowa, 
Whofe worth you firft deface. 

Is melting lalu'd medals down. 
And giving us the brafs. 

O ! fince the thinp we beg's a toy. 
That's pria'd by love alone, 

Why caivnot women grant the joy, 
Before the love is gone } 



SONG 960. 

UNCIATCFUL KANNT. 

J^ID ever fwain a nymph adore, 

'As 1 ungrateful Njnnydo? 
.Was ever fliepherd's heart fo fore. 

Or ever broken heart fo true? 
My cheeks are fwell'd with tears, but fhe 
Has never wet a cheek for mc. 

If Nanny call'd, did e'er 1 fta^, 
Or linger when (he bid me run ? 

She only had the word to fay. 

And all ftie wiih'd was quickly don^ 

I always think of her, but fiie 

Does ne'er beftow a thought on me. . 

To let her cows mv clover tafte, 

Hate I not toCt b^ V^tt^V. lil ^v\\ 
Did ever tiitvnV^ Yvt:\^w% ^».^^ 

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If ever Nanny loft a flieep, 
1 che«tfo|l3r <iid give hertwoj 

And I her lambs did f^t'ely keep 
Within my folds in froft and fnow: 

Have they not there from cold been free? 

But Nanny ftill It cold to nie. 

When Nanny to the well did come, 
*Twa« 1 that did her pitchert fill| 

Full at they were, I brought them home) 
Her corn I carried to ihe mill ) 

My back did beatr the facie, but (he 

Will never bear a fight of me. 

To Nanny*$ poultry oati t give, 
Vm fure they always had the bed} 

Within this week her pigeons have 
Eat up a peck of peafe at leaft : 

H«f little pigeons k'»fsr but flie 

Will never take a kifs froni me. 

Muft Robin always Nanny woo, 
And kinny ti\i\ on Robin fhiwo^ 

Alas, poor wrefdh ! what Aiail I do. 
If Nanny doe< not love me (ooa! 

If no relief to me (be*lt bring, 

1*11 hang mt in her apioo-ftring. 



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SONG 9«>. 

Y E S, all the world virJH furft agtet. 
He who's fecur*d of baviof Xhf 

Will be entirely bleftj 
But 'twere in me too gteat i wfOfigff' 
To make one who has been fe long 

My queen, my (lave at laft. 

Kef ooght thefe things to be conio^d^ 
That were for public good defign*d! 

Cou*d we, in fooliih pride, 
Make the fun always with ut ftsy, 
*Twou*d burn oirr corn and grafs away. 

To (larve ihe world befide. 

{^t not the thoughts of parting, fright 
Two fcuis which paflion docs unite) 

For while odr love does Itft^ 
Neither will ftrivc to go away j 
And v*hy the d^vii(hoald we (!«y. 

When once that love is paft ! 



SONG 961. 

YOU that love mirth, attend to mjr fong, 
A moment you never can better employ. 
Sawny and Teagoe were trudging along, 

A bonny Scots lad, and an Iri(h dear-joy) 
They neither before had feen a windmill. 
Nor had tfaey heard ever of any fach name : 
As they were a walking, 
And mefr'ily talking, 
At laft by mere chance co n wlftdmUl tkey 



/fshM I cr!e$ SawBjf trhat tfo ye ^* that ^ 
To tell the right name o*t 1 am at a loft. 
TcMgue ircry readily anfwerM the Scot, 
Inde€d J beiievt ic*s (hunt Patrack't ccoU. 



Says Sawny, Yell find yoorfel meikl 
taken, 
For it is Siint Andrew's crofs 1 can f 
For there is his bonnet, 
And tartans hang on it. 
The plaid and the trews our apoflle dl 

Nay, 0' my (houl joy, thoo tellefht all I 
For that 1 wiU fliwearis AiafntPa:rick 
I (hee*t him in Ireland buying the fieei 
And that I'ln (hurt ilh the mame 
bought; 
And he is a ibaint moA brtter than ei 
Made either the covtnaittih Ibok 
leagues 
For o' my (bahvafliion^ 
He was my relaihiorf. 
And had a greit kindne(h for hont 
Teague. 

Wherefore, fays Teague, 1 will, by my 
Lay down my nap(hack, add take 
beads. 
And under this holy crofs' fct I will ft 
And (hay pater no(hter, and (Home 
creed • 
So Teague began with bomble drvotit 
To kneel d6<vn before St. Patrkk'a 
The wind fell a blowiAf, 
And fet it a-going. 
And it gave bar dear joy t terr!ble t< 

Sawny tehfe?'d, W fee how poor Teag 
Lay fcratchinghis ears, and roIPd od t 
Swearing, it was furely the de*il*s whii 
And noi^e (he roar'd out) of St. 1 
crofs: 
But ifh it indeed, cries he in a pa/Son, 
The crofs of our (haint that has ci 
fe fore $ 
Upo' my falwsfhion, 
This (hail be a c^wHiion^ 
To truft to St. Patrick's kindnefs n 

Sawnv tit TeagUe then merrily ery'di 
This patron of yours is a very {mo I 
To hit you Ac a fair thump on the hi 
For kneclipg before him, and A 
boon '. 
Let me adtife ye to ferve our St. Aw 
He, by my faul, was a fpeciai gude 
For fince your St. Patrick 
Has ferv'd ye (ic a trick, 
rd fee him hung up e*er I ferv*d hi 



SONG 963. 

. PIMALI WOOING* 

J) E A R Colin, prevent my warm b 

How can I fpeak without pain? 
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II the province of fpeaking, 
t you expeO it from me? 
AoD*d be in our keeping* 
tell us what they fiiou'd be. 

tly why don'^you difpoyeir? 
heart fee! fqch tQrtufet H W^nt, 
tell over and over 
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• COLIK S lEPLY* 

Mad^m, when ladies are willing, 
I muft needs look like a fool j 
wouM not give a (hilling 
that does love without rule. 

Q fliou'd wait for our offert| 
:ch like old maids in defpair: 
v*d tothefe years without. proffers, 
hs were all fpent in tUo air. 

t leave us to guefs by your blafting, 
: tell the matt«>r (o plain; 
o be writing and pufhing, 
irs to a/fe^ a aifdaln. 

in a terrible taking, 
lefond ogling; 1 fffc; 
thAt can tall without ihakiog, 
is too mellow for me. 



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9^5. 



T H% It I VA L. 

h^ torment, all the care, 
»ich our lives are curft, 
forrowi that we bear, 
is the worft. 
rs in another kind 
)ns eafier gro^, 
>ne we hate to Qnd 
lions in our woe. 

• all the griefi you fe« 
in o)y breaft, 
that )ou*d pity nae, 
you but flight the ref|. 
eycre your rig'-uis are, 
vth them Vc cope, 
jre my own drfpair, 
: anoiher^s hope. 



SONG 966. 

TH« TOPIRS, 

:nd and I, 
hrank gallon.pott 
fack up to the brim| 
I rey friend, 
b« drank hit pot, 
^otabotftrhtf whin: 
c/a and a qmrt 
¥'4 dcwa OHt thr^Mtf 



(But hang fuch puny fips u tbefej] 
We laid us ail along, 
With aur mouths unto the bang, 

And upp*d wl^ole hogiheads 0^ with etfe. 

I heard of a fjr>p 

That drank wholis tankards, 

Stii*4 iumfc^ the prince of fots t 
Bui I fay now, hang 

Such filly drunkards, 

Melt their fjaj^gons, break their pott. 
My friend and I did join 
For a cellar fyW of wine, , 

And we drank, the vintner out of door { 
We drank it all up 
In a naorning, at a fup. 

And greedily rov^d about for moi|g# 

My friend to nje 

Did make this motion. 

Let us to the vintage Ikip; 
Then we embarked 
Upon the ocean, 

Where we found a Spanifli fliip 
Deed laden with wine. 
Which was fuperfine,' 

The f^iiors fwore ^ve hundred tonj 
We drank it all at fea, 
£*er we came unto the key. 

And the merehaAt fware he wij quite undone^ 

My friend, net having 
Quenched his thirl^. 

Said, l,et'S to the vineyards haftci 
Straight then we faird 
To tile Canaries, 

Which afforded juft a taftej 
From thence unto the Rhine, 
Where we drunk up all the wine. 

Till Bacchus cry*d. Hold, ye fots,or you die) 
And fwore he never found. 
In his univerfal round, 

Such thirfty fouis at my (rifni and I* 

Out fie ! cries one, 

Wh4t a beaft he makes him. 
He can neither ftand nor go 1 
Out you beaft, you, 

YouVe much miftaken, 
When e*erknew you a beaft drink fo? 
*Tik when we drink the Icaft, 
That we drjnk moft like a bead; 

But when we CHroute it fix in hand ; 
*Tis then, and only ihen, 
That we drink the moft like men. 

When wre drink till we can neicAKr go noe 
ftand. 



SONG 967. 

Written by the Duke of Bucxivgham* 

pR O M all uneafy pafftons free. 

Revenge, ambition, jealoufy. 
Contented, I had been too bleft 
If love and ^ou\\a& \^x. icitT%^\ 
Yet that duV\ \\U \ wyn ^t^^\W » 
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Amidft a tTioufand kind defires, 
Which beauty moves, aod love iarpirety 
Soch pangt I feel of tender fear. 
No heart Co Co ft as mine can bear. 
Yet ril defy the worftof harmi. 

Such are your charQis, 
'Tis worth a lifie to die within your annt. 



SONG 968. 

Q F T on the troubled ocean*s face 
* Loud ftormy winds arifej 
The murmuring furge& fwr'ell JipacCy 
And clouds obfcuie the flcies : 

But when the temped^s rage i> o*er^ 
Soft freezes fmoo:h the mainj 

The billows cc^C^ co Ufli the ihore^ 
And all is calm again. 

Not fo in fond and amorous fouls 
if tyrant Icve once leigns. 

There one eternal tempeft rolls 
And yields unceaiing paina. 



SONG 969. 

'J'HE graces and the wandering lores 

Are fled to diflant plaint. 
To chace the fawns, or in the groves 

To wound admiring fwainst 
With their bright miftiefi there they ftrajr, 

Who turns her carelefs eyes 
From daily vi^ories; )ct e^ch day 
Beholds new triumphs in her way. 

And conquers as (he flies. 

But fee ! imptor'd by moving prayer^ 

To chahge the lover*^ pain ^ 
Venus her harnefs^d doves prepares^ 

And brings the fair again. 
Proud mortals who this maid purfue. 

Think you fbc'll e'er refign ? 
Ceafe, fools, your wifhes to renew. 
Till fite grows l)e(h and blood like yoUf 

Or you Tike her divine. 



SONG 970. 

FHILLIS) A PASTOIAL. 

JJO W dear is my Phillis fo me, 

Whofe innocence equals the dovej 
As fwert as the rofe to the bee ? 

In prefence the goddefs of love : 
But what is a beautiful face, 

Tho'^lDore than a Venus refin*d ; 
Compar*d to the beauties which grace. 

The Pallas in Phillis^s mind. 

Whene'er my <fear charmer appears, 
The fwaint gizt in raptures around^ 
Ths Tua with more brilliaocy cheats, 
JrttA How^nU bedappU the (round; 



Gay Flora may fpread her perfumes. 

And fcent with her odoars the air j 
Yet never a flowVct that bl*oma 

Is fo fweet as the breath of day fair. 
The wai biers exult and rejoice 

As thro* the green valliea we ftrif. 
And mimic their notes froAi her veicty 

In melody fi^eetcr than they: 
Ye ihepherds, with envy notbeary 

Nor at my good fortune repine ; 
For Phillis fo chartiiing, fo dear. 

Has vow'd lhe*ll for ever be mine* 



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971. 



SWEETEST of pretty roatdt, kt CtfU 

incline thee 
T*accept of a faithful heart which aov Ink 

Cigji thee; 
Scorning all felfi/h ends, regardleft of money, 
It yields on}y to the g);l {hac't gea*iOttS aa( 
bonny. 

Take me, Jenny, 
Let me win vou. 
While Vm in the humQur; 
1 implore you, 
I adore you. 
What can mortal do more $ 
Kifs upon^t, kifs up^s't, tiirn not fo ftyly, 
There's my hand, aod here's my heart, wbid 
never will beguile thee. 

Bright are thy lovely eyea, thy fweet lips de- 
lighting, I 

Well poHih*d thy iv*ry neck, thy roond arof I 
inviting; 

Oft at the milt-white churn with rapture IW% ' 
Ceth them, 

But oh ! how I Qgh*d, and wilh'd aiy'ownafM 
between them ! 

Take me Jenny, a^c* 

Tve ftore of ihsep, my love, and goa(i 4111 th| 

mountain, 
And water to brew good ale, from yon ckryf- 

talfoontihi; 
Tve, too, a pretty cot, with garden and laa^ 

to't. 
But all will be doubly f«i«er, if yon pntalum4 
to*t. ^ : . . 

Take me, Jenny, 
Let me win you. 
While Vm in the bamoar| 
I impiore you, 
t adore you,' 
What can morul do more ; 
Kifs upon*r, kifs upon*t, turn not fo Oxflf, 
There*s my hand, and here*! my heart, whic^ 
never will buguile thee. 

SONG 97». 

P A 1 R Hebe I left with a cautioat defign, 
To ^tca^i^ ^x^ra Vv^x cVuxou^ and to drawa 



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I r«'paii'j to m\ :r.-rnn, itit:<ra'::.1 h; i ..id, 
Who /aiis'u oil r«iy c^iV, and each circumlU-^cc 

Then gravrlj pronoiinc*d^ in return to my 

That Hebe was fairefl of all that were fair. 

That'i a triith ( reply 'd I) Vrt no need to be 

t.tught, 
1 can:? for vottr counfel to find out a fault. 
Ir tliat's all (^ujth realon) retHrn as you camei 
To find faul: with Hebe would forfeit my name. 

What hopci then, liai ' of relief tVnm my fain, 
While like lightning ihe darts through each 

throbbing vein? 
My fenfes furpriz'd, in her favour took armt. 
And reafon coniirms me a Have to ker charms. 



SONG 973. 

SDWARDj AN ZLEGIAC BALLAP. 

Wiitten by Mr. He y wood. 

J(J OW liiie* and rofe» were feen. 

And fragrance pertomed the air; 
Now the biras carrol'd fweet on the green. 
And their raufic delighted the ear : 

Now the meadows with verdure bcdight 
Did their citarma and their graci:.. difplay; 

Now the ihepherds in concerts unite, 
They Ang, and all nature looks gay : 

All fave Edward, unhsppy young fwaln. 
So brifk and f.i blithfome bcf'ure; 

With him nature's fmiles are in vain» 
For Elicai bik love, it no more. 

Full ofr, where yon fl)w-gliding brook 

Runs fweetiy (inkling by, 
The fliepherd, reclin'd on his crook, 

All fad and defpairing wou'd lit:. 

And oft to yon fai, folemn grove, 
Unweeting the Twain wou*d repair. 

To weep the fai fate of hi> love. 
And utter the plaint of dcfpair. 

There, beneath the green canupy^J e!"ne, 
Woa*d he walk, and his forruws bewail ; 

And ftill as he mournM the fdlr maid, 
Fond echo wou'd mimic the talc. 

Will nothing my angui(b remove ! 

Ah, never Chcfe eyes will be dry ! 
Ah, nev.-;r ! ih, ncvf r ! rcmurmur'd the grAve ^ 

Ah| never 1 the brook wou'd reply. 

When night had refum*d her fad fway. 
And fhebe illumined the gloom ; 

To EliiaV green ^rave wou'd he ftray, 
And lit and lainent on her tomb ;'' 

There, hopelefs, his fate wou'd bewail, 
And brea;he out his plaint to the airj 
Still filling e-nch paufe in his t»lt 

With M heMft-rending Ggh or a tear. 
Then ail the night long haj he lain. 
Unfit fd, unbcdrd, And alone i 



Ptljiluing (.lias, gentle fvvain!) 
To drain his fad eyes on her ftone. 

But Heav*n had mark*d the fad fwain» 
(Had mark*d him, and pity*d hii woes) 

An J foon frnt relief to his pain; 
For death brasght hit bolom repofc. 

All on her green grave as he lay, 

And with anguiih opprefs'd, hit fad hetrt 
To his fight could no longer give way } 

He felt the keen eafe-giving dart. 

His death fadden*d all the gay traln» 
So blithe and fo joyous erewhile) 

No piping was heard on the plain. 
No face was bcdeck'd with a fmile. 

All pieafure was banifh'd their looks. 
And their dreft wat of mournfuUeft hut; 

While the (hepherdt entwined their ciookt 
With garlandt of rofedl'ry and yew. 

And ftill as the day of his doom 
Comet round with the' fiow •rolling year^ 

The ruftics repair to his tomb. 

And embalm his remains with a tear. 



SONG 974. 



Written by Mr. Hawkins* 

J^ y Sandy it the fweeteft fwain 

That ever pipM on Tay j 
He lends the (heep upon the plaio^ 
And cheart m« all the day. 

As on a moHy bank we fat. 

Beneath a veidant (hade, 
The youth fa charm'd me with hit chat. 

While on hit bagpipes play'd. 

He call'd me his dear life and care, j 

And hit own Moggy, too; 
He vow'd by all that's good and f/ir^ 

To me he will pro\-e erne. 

For S^ndy it a bonny fwain. 

And ril be Sandy't wife; 
Then hid adieu to care and paiUf 

And lo be bleft for life. 



SONG 975. 

MATRIMONIAL DXAJNEtt. 

'T* WO eart at a time are two many for ufcy 

When they're only the inlet of ftrife; 
But tew they are found who, tho* wife, would 
refiife 
To p'.>irefs the fair organs of life: 
Vet deafneft fometimes of advantage it found j 

Mitfortunes may turn to a blefling ; 
For when nonfenl'e diftradls, or when tumulCt 
furround, 
They then lofe the pow*r of dlfttcC&av 

Hence \ wXieX^ miv \.*a^\.v>>sit\o^ %.\ w«.« 
1 \V\V\\e xV\e oi\\et iot >x\.t \ ttcv^\«^\ 

Out ^att \ ftiux uv '^V^^'^*^ «ovl\»\«^ -wA W 
\ And iVit g\\iw >tw^ ^^^ ^^^ ^'^'^'^ 



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When my coolbrt bi^nt her loud windpipe to 
cJevy 

With a petl would the world rend tTundery 
Serenely I fit, end I teck aiy deaf ear, 

Uaunov'd *midft the roar of the thunder. 

T'other day comet a dnn» with. Good Sir! you 
well know—- 

What fay you^ fpeak loader e littles 
You ki^w. Sift yoo horrow'd three twelee- 
moDtiia af»— 

Alas, friend ( 1 can*t.hear a tittle: 
You owe me ten poundf ! then louder he aiet ; 

And repeats it ai loud as he can : 
I point to my ears, and lift up my eyei» 

Till he hardly can think me the man. 

I, » grave u a don, cry, My keiriog'a ({uite 
loft! 
And my money, (faya he) too, I feart 

Plague on him, *Ci» folly to. talk to a poft ! 

So hp leaves me, ea mf^.M ■ hine. 
Thus mj life, night and day, in foft indolence 
nowj { 

Scalding, dunntngi nor brawling I fear. 
Ve enarry'd men eU, ••• ye wiA for repofo. 

Be fure to be deaf of one ear. 



S O N O 97^. 

BACCHUS TIklUMTKAKT. 

Sui)g at VA.VXI1411.. 

f O Phillis and Chioe, 3^4 all ^e gay throng. 

Too long the foft lay has bef n raia'd | 
Too Ipng to cheir beauty has flowed the vain fong, 

Too long has their beauty been praised: 
Great Bacchu;, repeotfint, thy pardon 1 mI^^ 

Forgivenefs 1 huniSly implore ; 
If e*ei for a female I quit a full calk, 

May I nerercnjoy onedrop more— great god; 

May I nevr.r enjoy one drop more. 

Ye fops and ye fribbles, your title I own 

To fing a)i thccharmt of the fair; 
Their beauties to ptaif<( i^ your province alone; 

Alone make their beauties your care : 
For who in his fenf^sthat mortal can blame 

Who ftrives his own mtm to raife? 
For women and fops are Co nearly the fame. 

In theirs, that he fings his own praife — fweet 
Mifii 

In theirs, that he fings his own praife* 

The* wit, fparkling wit, fomc rare females 
poflfefs, 
Tho* kindnefs may add to their ftore; 
Geod-natuie and fmiles have a bumper no lefs. 

And fparkles an hundred times mores 
With virtue ttnrull>'d adorn*d tho* &e be» 

Tho* modeHy blooms in each feature, 
A bottle h not more immodeft than (he, 
/rV tirtue ten thoufand cimei greater— deaf 
hoySf 
Jt't rirt&e Un thoufand timet greater* 



Their beauty attracting I freely confeft; 

Their fex, I muft own, has it*s charms; 
I own for a moment they*re able to btcfs, 

And melt us away in their arms : 
Yet lafting the pain it, and tranfient the jot; 

The raptures are ioftantly paft; 
But wine, happy juice ! is fure ntwtk to dev, 

It*s pleafures till doomfday Hull laA— brave 
fouls; 

It*i pleafores tiU doomfdaj ftall laA. 

Th^ adiea to their charmey to their beaatia 
adieu. 

All tlioughu of the frjt I religo; 
I fight in thy calife, to thy int*reft am tmc. 

And yield me eternally thine: 
And if every great ma^r, thy colours I flyt 

If e*er like a rover 1 pine. 
May (greateft of curfes I ) my hoglhead ma dry, 

Nor more be rep.len}tfi*d with 
wine; 

Nor more be repleniih*d with wine* 



SONG 977. 

Written by Mr. WsLLxt. 

pfO W happy a ftate does the lover poflefi. 
Who enjoys the fweet fmilea of his fair 1 
No troubles can ever his fpiriti deprefs. 
No cares in his mind will he ever poflefs. 
For tranquility's fure to reign there. 

But ))ow wretched kts fate, who is doom*d to 
adore. 

And ^o doat on a nyaaph that's unkind: 
Like a mariner wreck'^ 00 a defoliate ihorr, 
In vain does he wander, in vain does impios; 

No afliftancc, alas ! can he find. 

Then from fuch a ftate, gracious Heavea, dt* 
fend 

All thoie who are conftant and true ; 
To their tale may the fair ever kindly attend; 
On each, may the bleflings of Hymen defcead! 

Tho* their number, I fkar, is but few. 



SONG 97S. 

THB lOTBK. 

[ N all the fex foflu charms I findf 
1 love to try all womankind. 

The fair, the fmart, tl*e witty s 
In CupiJ*s fetters, moft fevere, 
I laoguifli*d out a long, long jear^ 

The Have of wanton Kilty. 



At length I broke the gallii)g chain^ 
And fwore that love wu endlefs pain^ 

Otve cMi^Tit Ccene of folly ; 
\ vow^ d no TKAx«. VQt Htitix 1^^ l«iait\ 
liuX. tttotv \ ie\x. % ttc^n^ ^nAu^ 



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With treflTes next of tixttn hoe» 
Young Jenny did my Ibul fohduot 

That lives in yonder valley $ 
Then Cupid threw another fnarey 
And caught me in the curling hair 

Of little C<?mpcing Sally. 

A4om*4 with charmii tho* blithe and yovng, 
My roTin(( heart tVom. bond^e ffrung^ 

Thtt heart of yielding metal} 
And now ic wanders here and therey 
By turni the prize of brown and fairy 

But iMTer more will fettle. 



SONG 979. 

Written by Mr. J. R. 

PJOW blithe, within my native wild^ 

I trod each paffing day ! 
When Sylviana fondly fmird, 
And Iov*d'her lhepherd*a lay. 

The furs^i the brakfl, the rnggcd Utl» 
The wild heath*i yellow broom, 

Wjtk her woii*d all my wifliet fill} 
My heart ne*er felt a gloom. 

But DOW, rtmote from her I loftf 

The faired pafturoa fade} 
I fcek the folitary groves 

And turn it*t winding ihade* 

Where gay imagination toyi» 

To chear my penfivc miad } 
With pleafiag hopes my boibm joyt^ 

And paints the maiden kind. 



SONG 980. 

TMX BmOKXN CHINA* 

Written by Mr. Cunmngram. 

3 O OK at the fun began to peep. 

And gild the morning iktei, 
Yonng Chloe from diforder'd deep 
Unveil'd her radiant eyes. 

A guardian Sylph, the wanton fprite 

That waited on her ftill. 
Had teiz'd her all the tedious night 

With vlfionary ill. 

Some fliock of fate it Airely aighl 
Exdaim'd the tim'rous maids 

What do thefe horrid dreams imply I 
MyCopidcan'cbedtad! 

^ii cill'd her Cupid by hit attoe. 

In dfead of fome miihap : 
Wagging his tall, her Copid caact 

Ajid jump*d into her lap. 

And now the beft of brittle wan 
. fier fMiptoont ublc graced 1 
The polift*d emblems of the fa!r» 
Mm beaattons order plac'd! 

fn&lntthhoiPd, mdMllpnpn^d 

J^ bowing, t90k Irii ftat ^^ ^ 



Well— chatting o* of that and this. 
The maid revers*d^her cop) 

And, tempted by the forfeit kifif 
The bumkin tm^n'd It tt^* 

With tranfpon h0 demilHs the prUei 
' Right fairly it was won! 
With many a firosrn the Ihir denies t 
Fond baits to draw hhn «b 1 

A man muft ptove himfelf polite* 

In fuch a cafe as this ) 
So Richard ftrivcs with all his might 

To force the forfeit kifs. 

But as he ftrove— Ohy dire to tell I 
(And yet with grief I mufl) 

The taUe turo'd— the china fell» 
A heap of painted daft I 

O Ibtal purport of my dreamf 

The fair affliOed cry'd^ 
Occalien*d it tonfcfs my ftame) 

Bychildifiuieliandpridel 

For in a kifs, or two, or tkrect 
No mifchief could be found ! 

Then had I been more frank and ftetf 
My china had been found. 



SONG 981. 

A LOTAL TOAST. 

Written by the EotToa. 

piLL, fill your glafles, 

Banifli care ; 
See the toaft pa0et 
Round, and fair: 
Health to the king; to his arms fuccefs! 
Blefs his royal cenfort; their oflfspriog blefr. 



SONG 9tft. 

Written by Mr.. Mavok. 

'pHE bright, refplendent orb of day. 

On mortals pours hit blaze ; 
The balmy zephyrs kifs the fpray. 

And dance in endlcfs mate. 
Awake to ftrains of mirth and joy. 

Of cares fhakc of the load; 
*Tis beauty calls, your notes emplop 

To fing of charming Broad. 

Now groves their verdant liv>y wear. 

And flowers perfume the air^ 
Swef^ May, thie honour of the year. 

Appears fupremely fairs 
Now nymphs and fwaioa enamoor*d meet. 

And bend at CuBid*s nod { 
But all mud feel the piercing eye 

Of fweetly charming Broad. 

Fair at tVie Veamt «l lamm %a te^M^^ 

And m\xA tiie lo^\ x» \w^\ 
Happ^ tVi%Yieani>ik%tHXftAta^iV^^ 
W\tK \i«*a, \^:%l>Mt«u^» ^^^**> 
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WhQ would not leive each Mooning fweet. 

And eT*ry bleii abode; 
To lie a fuppliant at her Utt^ 

Aod fi|{h for lovely Broad. 

Were mjae iho far-fbm^ Paphian ifle. 

Or Peru*s filver (hora; 
The climes where Aotw^ra eiiternal fmile» 

Unknown to winter hoar i 
Vd quit them all, and only pray 

To loYe*s all-potent {od. 
That I might fpend niy lateft day 

With beauty*! favMce Broad. 



SONG 913. 

^OLIN, one day, in angry mood, 

Becaufe Myrtilla, whom he lov*d, 
Laughed at his flame, and mock'd hia flgbii 
Thus fervently to Jove appliess 
Oh, Jove ! thou ravVeign god above. 
Who know*ft the paina of flighted love^ 
Hear a poor mortaTs prayer, and take 
All the whole fez for pity's fake; 
And then we men might live at eale^ 
Secure of happinefs and peace. 

JoTO klndif heard, (he prayM not twice;) 
Airttook the women in a trice. ' 
When Golin faw the coaft was clear, 
(For not a fingle girl was nrir;) 
Kefle^ing with himfelf, Twas kini. 
Says hr, to gratify n.y mind; 
But now my paflion's o'er, O! Jove, 
Give me Myrtilla back, my love; 
Let me with her on earth be blefl', 
And keep in heaven all the reft. 



SONG 984. 
Sang at VajLXN AL ^m 

YOUNG Daphne was the prcttieft raaid 

The eyes of love couM fee; 
And but one fault thechanncr bad, 
'Twas cruelty to me. 

No fwaln that e*er tl-.e nymph «dor*d ^ 

Wjs fonder; or was younger; 
Yet, when her pity 1 implored, 

*Twas, Stay a little longer.- 

It chanc'd, I met the blooming fair. 

One May morn in the grove; 
When Cupid whifper*d in my ear. 

Now, now*s the time for love. 

I clafp'd the maid; it wak*d her pride 1 
What 1 did I mean to wrong her! 

Not fo, my gentle dear, I cry'd; 
But love will ftay no longer. 

Then, kneeling at her (cttj I fwore 

How much 1 |jv*dy hqw well; 
And thit my heirt, which beat for U^r, 
With ker ibould ever dwell, 

Confent /loqd /peaking in the cy^ 
Of Mil my eve *• prolooMU 



Vet Daphne utterM with a figb, 
Oh ! ftay a little longer. 

The conflict in her foul I Taw, 
*Twixt virtue and defire: 
Oh! come, (I cry*d) let Hymen's law 
Give fandion to love's fire. 

Ve lovers, guefs how great my joys? 

Cou*d rapture well prove tlronger ? 
When virtue fpoke In Daphne's voice. 

You now diall ftay no longer. 

_ . ^ , 

SONG 9SS. 

THE CONTEST. 

Written by Mr. Lemoink* 

T SaY| if Pai if was a beau. 

Yet he was not polite; 
For he on Id4*s top did (how 
To two bright nymphs a flight. 

Three f»ir*onts begg'd him to decide 
Which waa the greateft beauty ; 

He might have fooih*d each fair-one's pridCf 
And yet have done his duty. 

To one he might have given Aape^ 

And piercing eyes to t'other} 
Then had he made a good efcape. 

And fav'd a mighty pother. 

Minerva then had dwelt in peace. 

And Juno without palfion. 
Hid C4u:>'d a ten years war to ceafey ^ 

And fav'd old Priam's nation. 

Had one ahne obtain'd the bays. 
And wit's bright piiae have borne ; 

The other two throughout their da^s. 
The willow moft have worn. 



SONG 9S6. 

AK AnOlESa TO THE LA»IEa. 

Sung at Ranelagk. 

YE belles, and ye flirts, and ye p«t liule 
things, 

Who trip in this frolickfome rpund. 
Pray tell me from whence this indecency fprtBgl| 

The fcxcs at once to confound!^ * 
What means the cock'd hat, and the mafinsBal 
air, 

With each amotion defign'd to perplex 9 
Bright eyes were intended (o languish, not fttr% 

And fofinefs the teft of your fex— dear f^fUi 

And fofcnefs the teft qf your fex. 

'^he girl who on beauty depends for fopportf 

May call ov*ry art to her aid; 
The bofom difplay'd, and th« ^tticoat ftort^ 

Are famples flie gives of her trade 1 
But ^Qu, on whom fortune indulgently fmiles, 

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wliofe flatoe delights all mankind, 

odcftly back from the view, 

ihouM fecm, by the artift defign'd, 

s a model for you. 

with her beauties, to copy her air, 

re too lAuch to reveal ; 

'ill paint what you cover with care, 

e each charm you conceal-- fweec 

e each charm you conceal « 

)f mom, and the mildnefs of May, 
• which no art can procure; 
yourfelvea,. and aur homage we'll 

rmpireii folid and furet 
on-h'kc, you attack your gallants, 
s rn fetr of our livet, 
veryc well for our iiftert or aunts; 
, youMI never be wivef — poor glrh, 
, you*ll never be wivei. 



S O N O 987. 
teq bj Mr. Hxywoop. 
iften, y^ fair, 
c reafon declare, ' 
much your anfw'er behoving) 
rords of a fcold, 
n are told, 
athetic and moving ? 

pafon*8 foon ihewn 5 
ever man known, 

would tarry to hear her? 
: needs little proving 
muft be moving, 
ho can move will ftay near her. 



SONG 988. 

M mill; a pastoral, 

ten by Mr, Nxcholls. 

I Hill, when profpe^ fair 
5 wandVmg fight, 
the the momiog air^ 
he fummer night, 
charming *tii to wake 
r Cynthia rcignt ! 
nel, from flowVy brake^ 
her love-lorn ftrtins, 

len, I lovetoriie, 
e broom-dad hillj 
he ftillnefs fefUy fliet 
rt'of the rill, 
■rd to Interpofe 
:» btiih, or dale, 
foft kifliog ta ht goes 
obroider*4 vale. 

tope J tnrerit thtOj 

rariout eye 

^eMwo pnfeatt tojSM. 

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His mind, hpweV impcrrieut 

To theolugic lore^ 
1 think, with me» be*d quickly •wa 

A fupernat*ral pow*r. 

When bus*ncfi dulls the mental P«w*ii^ 

To Higbam Hill I run, • 

And with tlie breath of op*niag fla«*n 

I bail the rifing fun. 
Ah ! how my foul revives again» 

My fancy takes her flight. 
My mufe refudiea her wonted ftraila* 

An^ fings with new delight 1 . 

Let the proud thing of human raci^ 

Who, like a fummer fly, 
Scuds to-day from place to place. 

And muft to-morrow die; 
Let him to greatnefs bend the knee. 

Or hemp bp fordid wealth; 
The top of Higham Hill for mtt 

There*! treafnrM peace and bealtlb 

Peace and health! O, facred theme^ 

With ail that*! blifsful fraught! 
The reft is but an empty dream> 

Mot worth a poet's thought: 
May he, who drives for more than tlii^ 

Still turn a bantn foil. 
And never meet a ray of blifii 

To niJtigate hit toil ! 

Bear me from hence, fone rvral goi^ 

To Higham Hill again ; 
The chdceft bloom that decks the M 

ril feacter round thy fane. 
For, O ! I long, at fervid noon. 

To breathe the blue-belPs fweet^ 
To fit and hear the throftlc*t tuoe^ 

Where fpreadiog baaela mcetj 

Or ftray by hawthorn hedge, or roie 

AdOwn the pathleTs way. 
When ev*ry fong-bird cheart his love 

Beneath the htoomof May. 
Till weary herds retire to reft. 

Till flieep aft pent In fold. 
Till Phoebus leave) the m^dy weft 

With tints of burnifliM gold. 

If, when I ftray to Higham Hill, 

1 meet the ruftic throng. 
They greet me with a right good fril^ 

And note me for my fongx 
For oft at May, in rural fport^ 

I fpend with them the day. 
And make the vices of a court 

The burden of my lay. 

And oft I*ve fang the tender ftraia. 

The while the village maid 
Was leaning on her favVite fwiiay 

And all her heart betray*d. 
The lofty theme 1 ne'er eOay'd, 

(Let Laureats fuch rehearfe) 
But wherefoe'er my fancy ftray'd^ 

A moral mark'd ny vetfe. 

Their \ovt\ to me tVv% (Ski«Vt^vt^\3i?0i« 

What (vraTmt Via^e ^i\xY\\cU ^tvi^^ 
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i tofc tlidr pUiat to beaf ; 
*Ti« joy t6 fb^Olc itrtir artlciii llghii 
And ftop the ftartiog ttwr, 

no thdrdt (AllMia Oteir path 6f flfc^ 

With health their htte* tbtfond | 
And, f&a to le# And Uwfoft <bift» 

Tbcy live the sodiack round, 
i'o mt xhrir trtAwaM ftatfe fttey owe. 

They all cealefi it ftill, 
Afld pratif, fc fwalot » vfHtri^tr they fa^ 

The herd of HIghan HUl. 



46NO 91^ 

Writlaa by Mr. Wbllbs. 

^HEN Flavia ii fnkM, how fmihlj tine 
moves r 

Whole daya I to niavtes ceflifore| 
^1 when die it abfeat, J Twear b^ our lovei, 

Thft ioUVmf of tiflie I eaji*t bear, 

I» vatii do I fifK no rtlief can 1 iod; 

Is vam ilrive to baaifli dull care{ 
JTer aOttghc can gjvd cafe aod content to ftiy 
miod^ 

B«t the ptefence and Ibiica of my fair* 

The% gods! be prapitSeoay fni grant my rd- 
oueft; 

May Ftavia prove kind and fiecare} 
Mayi with htr prefetice fat ever bt bieft» 

And enjoy the fweet frollea of ny de^! 

In nae, maythe lover be loft in the friend $ 
And may Flavia my effbrta approve } 

M^ywe evcv with friendfliiplove properly blend ! 
Grant this! O ye Power above! 



SOKO 9H» 

aioairilift. 

Written Igr Mr. Cwt^vtvcuAu* 

IN die baffl the tenent coek» 
^ Clolktn partly perchM OB k}gh» 
friftly ciowt (the ftiepherd*f clock !) 
And procUina the meming nigh. 

Swiftly frciB t^d monfttaSn't brdw> 
Shadows nun'd by night tetlre ; 

And the peeping fua^eaili, tioW, 
Palnu ^giOi f»i4'tiie village f^be. 

Fhilenel foffakei the thorn, 

Plainti^*wll«)tl((e prates at nightj^ 

And the latk» t6 flVeet die morn, 
So«s beyoifd f he (be^t^d's tght< 

From the clay«b«ilt cottage ridgen 

See the chatt*riitg fwaUow fpringf 
DdTtiag through the one-areh*d bridge^ 
Quiek*Iko dlp§ her dappled wing* 

Trickling through the crevief d roclg^ 
Hce the Ahrtr ittcook Hm 



Sweet riefrefliment Ibr the ifocky 
When *tis fun-drove from the hilf. 

Plowmen for the prorais'd cornt 
Ripening o*er the baoks of Twetd» 

Anxious hear the huntfmaa*s hom» 
Sofiieft'd by the ihepherd'd reed. 

Sweet* eh ! (Weet, the w^Ilifg th^^ 
On the white embloi|bm*d ^ray ! 

All in iftufic, ftilrth aiid fbilg. 
At the jocund dawn .of day. 



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O N 9 991. 

SrKlfTV#. 

Written by Mr. C«knsiic»aii* 

AS the pk>wvan homeward feea» 
Plodding to the hamlet boun^ 
Ciant'like hit ibadow gnhn. 
Lengthened e'er the level gronnd. 

The Acer along the meadow ftraya 
Now the futrowM taflc it doaej 

And the village windows blace^ 
Glift*nlbg to the fetthig twa. 

Mark him from behl^ file hllf. 
Streak the purple painted fty a 

Can die pencrj's mimic iuU 
Copy the refulgent dye ^ 

Where the rifing foreft fpreads 
Round the time-decaying dome i 

To their highrbuilt airy beds. 
See the rooks retumtng home ? 

As the Iwk with vary*d tune, 

Carob to t1ie ev*ning lood^ 
Mark the mild, refplendent meottt 

Breaking through a parted cloud! 

Tripping through the liMten grala» 

0*er the path-dtvidbd dale. 
See the rofe-complcxion*d laTs 

With the well- pois*d mUlung pait 

Linnets with angumbdr*d noces. 
And the cncfcow bisd with two^ 

Tuning fweet their mellow diroo«a» 
Bid the fetting fup adiea. 



SONG 9f%. 

lycmffTAVT BDVlli* 

WrltMt by Mr. LsMoivk* 

Q O9 pciyir'd youths dio« lee to triilh 
Retrafl'tiR vows jom fwom § * 
A Proteus trbe pve (bund Ia joOp 
And ne>r can like yon mote, 

Ungen'rom boyi made'todfftroy^ 

And rob me of mgr peace i 
Kwikt.) %^^% ^l.%Toand OMCKCpi 

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md in ?a!n (while yau diTdaio) 
ipcs to foothe ray care. 

heir arts to cure My CmutMf 
:ftcioai prove; 
d*s not free from flaveryy 
ouad in chains of iovc, 

fair, falfeman, ^edav^ 
I thou didft to me ; 
id beware iiis fatal OuKf 
rapt in perjury.) 

1 delight if ftoriet bright^ 
Aeirl upon our cara^ 
fers vaa, degrade the (mLf 
orcc down Moods of tears. 

ge man, made to trepan^ 
:ail love*s pains a jt& j 
chat I might change the figh^ 
lys withj9 my hreaft ( 

be free fr^m fuch u thee, 
snd in mirth each hoar; 
(in heart AmUd know a* fiaait^ 
utgh at all thy peir'r* 

' not the hlix-otifi't lot, 
!iom young Edwin roves | 
I CO ftc chem tter he 
ortraiu of.foad doits* 

St content wn never mtiaC 
retched me below $ 
en I die, my foul Ihall Bf 
id the c«u;h nf woe. 



S O N O 993* 

RtB'Bi AFAITOKAL* 

the Memory of MIfs Sanduki* 
Written by Mr. Hawxims. 

£f virgins, who dwelt on the plain, 

weep with a ihcphcrd finoere| 
ften, and learn from my ftrain^ 

Hebe no longer is nears 
was .fo modcft and meek, 

mildnefs with her could compare! 

my mufe fcarcely can fpeak 
leaiicies that bloomM in the Ikir* 

id was a ftranger to firife, 
intment flie vala*d fo free j 
1 ike lov*d as her life, 
•ne were more pious than Iht : 
kcf flie e*or mad« he^ theme, 
oodnefs was glad to rchearfe; 
, by fiMse fwcet winding Ikttva, 
^*4 his praifcs in verfe. 

the dear damfel is gone, 
Dflgs of devotion ase o*«r| 
I nymphs and the Twains nre foriocn, 
Hebe, their pride, is no more t 

4le e*ar Uught them the wa^ 
fttttf. to honour, au4 truth i 
k Oitjf were fpoOiv and m^ 



TiU death with hif ff yth# <Mm «Ioilg» 

And blighted her bloffomi fp foon; 
He cut her off ihort ffom the thcon|^ 

When erft with the inaid it was qmiis 
Yet calmly her bre«f( ihe refif n*d. 

For no one e*er £|w her 4iwreis*4{ 
And whilje on )niT ana At ttd&A% 

She gentl/ fuik into reft^ 

Then, ^^'^'y ^^ ^^^^ ^^^ f^S^ 

Hegaralefs of fotrow and Ore; 
Come ronnd, and attend to the U% 

And weep for the lofi of the fair) 
Like her, oh ? purfue the right wayj 

Like lm-> ht ffligioiii and t^^ 
Ah ! ceafey ye g«y nymphs for to Artff 

And copy the mild, matchleft naidl 



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SO N G 994. 

WrlttmbgFllr.J.IU 

(TOW k^ppylovM the youth! 

r His mitKlii ever kind) 
Whore pafinn^a toU «|Ch tr^tk^ 
And AanoctBt his o^nd. 

Whoft boArah iHe from fotta» 
Neid no ftUt aru to fcretft} 

Hot ap decdvinf (milt 
To hide the fiend withui* 

Whofe heart, cfit maiden*a Mend, 
Where ptmt he covid obtain. 

It ioveth u dffend. 
And (coma the trael gain! 

Whofe mind dM piidt dfldnia% 

To a^ t rovtr'a part} 
To give the maid a pain, 

Wh9 jiddtdk him htr kewt* 

How fttilelefii to embrace^ 
His fpotlefa wiihes mofftl 

His ev*ry adion chafte. 
His paffion only lovtl 

Tranfponed topoflef# 
Theebjeftot his joys s 

He feeka no more to blefs. 
Contented with hit ckoict # 



S O If O 995. 

tlCLA>CCIIOt.T. 

WritCfB by Mr. Limoins* 

QOME^thonqneea of peniive lir^ 

In thy fable-footed car. 
By two monmfnl t^urUes drawn ) 
Let me meet thef on yon lawn, 
With decent veftmentt wrapt aronn^^ 
And thy browa with cypren bonnd ! 
Quickly coflw^ thou ibberdame. 
And thy muiiog ^oet cUva. 
Bear me w\vtie ^nu Wefk \» ten^ 
In the decp» 4nxV(^lB\«i»A vw«^\ 
1 Whef% OA VuOu ^C ^u^^*^ V%«<^^ 
I PcMft ViXh &UaM tt^>^ v% Vb^V 



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8tfch» fo fnfrant and fo gay» 
Is the blooming queen of Maj* 

Soon the f/ir Narciflut dici» 

Sai>n he droops his languid hetd | 

From the rofe her purple flies, ' 
None inviting tu her beds 

Such, tho* now io fwecc and gay. 

Soon (ball be the queen of May.' 

Tho* thon art a rural queen^ 
By the fuffiage of the fwains^ 

Beauty, like the vernal greeo» 
in thy flirine not long remaJqit 

Blefih cbca, quickly blcis the yoitth^ 

Who de(erves thy lore and truth. 



SONG foo4. 

. TBITK r^IAtUBB* 

Written by Mr. J. R. 

'AH! pleafure, thon idol! th^ obcc did I 
faek. 

In the heart-cbeari^g glafi> th^ eA]jv*Aiog 
bowl; 
Thy (hort-liT*d efTufioni mj Cincy did cheat, 
And deluded my youch^ and enAaved my foul. 

On thf brtaft of the wanton !>« toyed at night, 
Tranfported with rapture, eiwirded with 
charms { 
And wj^k my yeunf befom has throbb*d with 
delight, 
I ^bought tba I cUfp*d thee (ccure in my 
arms. 

But, ah ! all deceit^ ferforej on the morrow, 
As resfon return V> and my paifions were calm, 

]Uflc^oo produced contrition and forrow, 
Wichoot a good aftion to prove the mind^s 
balm. 

Then farewel ye ^ri^es ! qo lon^ I tojp 

The plcafures I now reek>;o virtue are yiew*ds 
There no fell rededton e*er harboum to cloy, 
' Or eoAlcitDCC ay«nger ! unwelcome intrude. 

^acli tk^tA delights me dlfplayed around. 
My heart it expanded with gladnsfs and glee ^ 

IJ^Smtttt of coAtcttiia my hofjm «bpund» 
And pleafurei true pleafure I refidetb with 



SONG 1005. 

Q A Y Damon {90% ftndy^d my hrar^ to obtain. 

The prettteft young uepherd that pipei 00. 

the plain.! ' 

Td hear his (pft'tale» ^en d^are *twa( aiiMf*i 

And rd often fay No^ when 1 )oj^*d to fay 

Yes, '*'■•■ 

MUi VMleatsiae^M day ^ o«r cotuge he cattt» 
AaJ hrougbcoie tW9 iaabkaaiy to wiaMd Vttt 
f4me^ ' * > • •• 



Oh! takethefe (hecry*d) thou, more fair tliag 

their fleece 1 
I could hardly fay No^ tho* aiham*d to fay Yet. 

Soon after, one morning, we fat in the grof^ 
He prefs*d my hand hard, and in (igha bieatb'd 

his love ; 
Then tenderly aikM, if Td grant him a kJUf 
I defignM to>e faid No, but miftook, and laid 

Yes, 

At this, with delight, his heart danc*d io bis 

bread } 
Ye gods (he cry*d) Chloe will now make ne 

bled) 
Come, let a to the church, and Ihase coajugal 

blifs; 
To prevent beine tetc*d, I waa for4*d to fo 

Yes. 

i 

I ne*er was fo pleased with a word in my fife' 
I ne*er wai fo happy as fince Vm a wife: 
Then take, ye young dtmfeh, my cooalBl ia 

thias 
You moft all die old maidsj, if you ytlU, not tsf 

Yes. 



S O'N G 1006. 

PHII.LIS; ArASTOKAL* 

Written by Mr. Hawkim a. 

^OME hafte thee, my Phillia, I pray. 
And let us repair to the groves * 

Where nightingales, chearfol and gay. 

Attune cheir fwrret accents of lo«<es' 
So foft is the iound of their fong, 

*TwiU furely delight you, my fair; 
Then haile thee, dear charmer, along. 

And Araight to the groye let*s repair* 

For fomething 1 have to impart. 

That labours quite hard in my breast 
So ardent and fierce is (he fmart. 

It robs mc of peace and of rei^s 
*Tis love, that fond palTioo, 1 fwear. 

By a^thac is honeft and true; 
And thou art the fourc^i of my ^are» 

J figh and I Unguifli for you. 

Then come, deareft PhilUs, 1 pny» 

And e^fi all your poriland'a paini 
Ah ! let him be cheaVfoi and g^. 

Nor longer implore you io vaio, 
ftut let honeil freedom invite;, 

For virtue*s the ^ath I purfut^ 
And may happinefs ev^ unite 

With thofe who are conftant and tme. 



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SONG 1007. 

Sung at Vavxrall. 

P OM*^ V'*^ 1i»^>x axxanx\«% tA what I oafel^ 
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In worki of old fophifts my mind I employ*d. 
My bottle and friend too^ by turns I t»yjy*d, 
1 laugh'd ac the fex, and prerumptOoofly ftrove 
Their charms to forget, and bid farew«l to love. 

I toird and I trafllck*d, grew wealthy and great, 
A patriot in politicks, fond of debate j 
lEach paiAon indulging, my doubts did reiMvt, 
They centered in pleafure, and pleafure id Uve. 

How weak ray refolves! I confefs*d, with a 

When PhiUisy fwect PhiUis, tripp*d wantonly 

by; 
I caa^hc her, and mentioned a. turn in the grove 
ConfentingI flie made me a convert to Uve. 

Ye lovers cf freedom, no longer complain { 
We're Som fellQw-fubjeds of beauty*B foft 

chain ; 
My purchft'd experience this mnim wiM pr«ve, 
That life is not li/c whea dtrided from love. 



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SONG xoo8. 

Sung at VAuxNALit 

p A LiE M O N lov'd Paflora, ' 

Paftora iJgh'd for Damon j 
But Damon Jov'd Aurora, 
Aurora young Palaemon. 

Palaemon gave Paftora, 

A wreath and fhepnerd*s Crook | 
And Damon gave Aurora, 

A knot and reaping-hook. 

Paftora gave to Damon, 

A cap with chaplets crowned} 

Aairora gave PalaelnoD, 
A pipe with hasel boujid. 

The cap with chaplets crown*d, 
Young Damon gave Aurora} 

The pipe with haxel bound; 
Palaemon gave Paftora. 

The wreath and Aepherd^s crook 

Paftora gave to Damon j 
The knot and reaping-hook, 

Aurora gmve Palapraon. 

S#crofsly tora'd their prcfenCf Went, 
Their lovei fo oddly varied ; 

That evury token which was feot, 
lt*s true defign mifcarried. 



SONG X009. 

3 MILE, fmile, Brttinniii, fialto. 

Thy genius comes again, 
T# #»»i5d th/ fhitiul iHo, 

And thunder o'er the mm t 
Tbfg^UMnt&aM, didmtmagnA, 
N0wcrowM tbet mUtrtft of chc feag; 



While daantlefs they advance^ 

And bid the cannons roar; 
They'll fcourge the pride of FrpDce^ 

And (hake th* imperial ihoret 
Deriding trumpeu o*cr the waves. 
With courage never ^nown to (Uvei*. 

The deck diftain'd with bto«l. 
The bullets winged with Attej 

The wide and reftlefs flood. 
Cannot their ragu abate i 

In Anfon and In Warren, wake 
The fouls of Ruflel, end of Blake. 

Britons, porftie the blow. 
Like fons of freedom £ght; 

Convince the haughty foe, 

That you*ll maintain your rights 

Defiance bid to France and Spain, 

Aflfert your empire o*er the main* 



SONG loxo. 

Q E H O LD the fweet flowers ar«uiid. 

With all the bilght beauties they we«r| 
Yet none on the plaina can be found 

So love)" aa Celia is fair: 
Ve wai biers, come raife your fweet throitf| 

No lonr:erin filence remain; 
Oh ! lend a fond lover your noteSf 

To fufcen my Celij's difdain. 

Oft-times in yon flowery vale, 

I breathe my complaints in t fong} 
Fair Flofa attends the fad talc. 

And fweetcns the borders along : 
But Celi^, whofe breath might periiiaie 

The boibm of Flora in May, 
Still frowning pronounces my doom, 

Rrgarrflefs of all I can fay. 



SONG roil. 

\Y HE N fkiries dance round on the grafs^ 

And revel to night^s awful nodO) 
O fay, will you meet me, fweet lafs. 

All by the pale light of the mooa? 
My paflion 1 feek not to fcreen. 

Then can I refufe you your boon I 
ril meet you at twelve on the grten. 

All by the pale light of the moon. 

The nightingale perch *d pn a thorn. 

Then charms all the plains with hcf tttagk' 
And glad of the abfence of morn 

Salutes the pale light of the moon t 
How fweet is the jcflamiae grpve. 

And fweet are the rofes of June I 
But fweeter the language of love, 

Bteath'd forth by the light ot the moon{ 
Too flow rolls the chariot of day. 

Unwilling to grant me my booas 
Away, envious funikiat, away ! 

GWt ^\ate xo xVv* Vv^\ ^i ^tt Tuwck% 
But U7, W\\\ ^tn tvft^« ^»ct«%.^ " 

TVve \^\ ^Vvom ^^xx twtvts^tsC^ mo^1^R(b\ 
And \e%>ie si Co^t. fivi:\^tRi Xft ^««%<» "" 
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Tke planets Aall ftart from their fpherei. 

Ere J prove §o fickle a loon ; 
Beliere me V\\ banifli tky fears. 

Dear maid, by the light of the moon t 
Oor loves when the fliepherds Aatl view^ 

To ua they their pipes ihall attune j 
While we our foft pleafiires renew, 

£ach night, by the light of (he moon. 



SONG xoii. 

THE ADTICB. 

Sung at Va u x h a l l. 

VB nymphs, who to the throne of lore 

With hearts fubmiffive bow ; 
Who hope-the mutual blifs to proves 

That crowns the nuptial tow : 
Thro* caution*s glafsi by reafon lent. 

Oh ' view your lovers clearly, 
It^T think to wed, till that prefeat 

The man that loves yoo dearly. 

Still blind to wifdom*s ray, the nkt 

No fociat bli(s allows^ 
And he who long has rov*d, moft Aakc 

A good-for-nothiog fpoufe: 
K^r troft the fo^, tho* piteous fighs 

Proclaim you*ve touched him nearly; 
His own fweet charms too much he*U prixe, 

Nor can he love you dearly. 

But when with ev^ry manly grace, 

A youth of foul refin*d, 
Who, doatlng on your form and faccy 

Thinks brighter ftill your mindt 
When fuch (hall for the favour fue* 

Oh ! yield your hand fincerely ; 
And you'll love him, ^nd he^l love youy 

To life's laft moment, dearly. 



SONG 1013. 

TKK frATriOT FAXI. 

"^^HEN young and artlefs as the lamb. 
That plays about the fondling dam, 

Briflc, buxuffl, pert, and lillyj 
I flighted ail the manly fwai ns. 
And put my Tirgin-heart in chains. 

For fimplc) fmock-fac'd Billy. 

But when experience came with years. 
And tmW4 my hopes, and queird my fean, 
• My blood was blithe and bonhy j 
1 tum*d off ev'ry beardlrfs youth. 
And gave my love, and fix*d my truths 
On honeft fturdy Johnny. 

But when at wake I faw the fquire. 
For lice i found a new defire, 

t^ond to outline my mammy; 
I figh'd for fringr, and frogs, and beaux. 
And pig-taird wigs, and powdered cloathif 

And filken M after Sammy. 

For riches then I felt a flame» 
Ivktn to my cot old Gripus camc 
^ hM ^fk va *r»yi par/> | 



For mufic next I chanc'd to burnt 
And fondly liftenM, in hi« turn. 
To warbling, quivVing Charley. 

At length, alike the fools and witSf 
Fops, fidiers, foreignern and cits, 

Al! ft ruck, me by rotation: 
Then learn from me* ye patriot fair» 
Ne*er makr one iingie man your carcy 

But fl^h for aU ihe nation. 



SONG 



1014. 



FANNY or TH£ DALB. 

Written by Mr. Ccmmingmam. 

T E T the declining, damaflc rofe. 

With envious grief look P'le; 
The fummer bloom more freely glowa 
In Fanny of the dale. 

Is there a fweet that decks the field. 

Or fcents the morning gale. 
Can fuch a vernal fragrance yieldy 

As Fanny of the dale } 

The painted belles, at court rererM, 
Look lifrlefs, coH, and ftale : 

How fiiinc their beauties, when compirM 
With Fanny of the dale ! 

The willow^ binds Paftora's browr. 

Her fond aovances fail: 
For Damon pours his warmeft towi 

To Fanny of the dale. 

Might honeft truth, at laft, focceedf 

And artlefs love prevail ; 
Thrice happy cou^d he tunc hit ree4 

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SONG X015. 

^ O W hear me, dear Nanny, oor treat with 

difdain, 
The voice of my paftion, the words of my pain; 
Thou dear fource of all, 'tis to you I compiwn. 
Then pr*yihee, now hear me, dear Nanny! 

By all thofe bright charms that appear in your 

face, 
By thofe eyes Ht outihining bright Pbeebot'i 

rays. 
By thy befom where dwella CT*ry Tutttc and 

grace, 
I befeech thee to hear me, dear Naany ! 

By thy fweet niby lips, where trae eloqocnei 

dwells, 
Whofe fweets all the fweeti of famM HjbU 

excels, 
Whofe accents alone all my anguifli ezpeli, 
I befeech thee to hear me» dear Nanny I 

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t now mftlces me to iigh at jour 

hee to hear me* dear Nanny ! 

>right torch> and by Cupi4*t bright 

ou loTC, and by all I can name» 
els honour, your virtue, and fane, 
bee to hear me, dear Nanny ! 

O N G 1016. 

MUTUAL LOVE. 

tten by Mr. Nicholls. 

the blithf bee her honey fipt) 
lip dale, in vi*let /h4de; 

there I've IciftM thy lips, 
rude eye my blift ftjrvey'd. 



(you cryMj) mere ki (Tea give; 
e*s pleafuie ftill incieatf^e 1 
>loom for ever live, 
•id my Damon ceafe. 

ihat rpoke your fliepherd blefsM : 
til could reAft fuch charmt ! 
i> my heart I pref^^dy 
ing, dy*d in Chlot'i 



O N O 1017. 

A CANTATA4 
»ung at M-AKYBOKE. 

fat beneath 1 ihade» 
ton flocks forgot to play; 
:o the lovely maid, 
s flie mourns her ihepherd't ftay. 

i love arc both afleep, 
»uid his promife keep; 
e ihepherd, hither move» 
rake both time and love. 

*d with fwift defirr, 

*n!ng o*er the neighboring plain; 

jo.s the maid infpirej 

ttii meets her panting fwain. 

anguifh far a«vay, 

res biefs this happy day; 

pheid jdyful be, 

lir as bleft ai we. 



SONG 10x8. 

MON AND CBLIA. 

ung at Vavxhall. 

Celia. 

tm, yes, I can approve, 
ly merit, all thy love; 
ck*d once, i leafe the (hore, 
f faithleft fern no more : 
Jo/i, thy ceara are Tiio^ 
X love •gtia. 



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And co«ld*A thou then, bewitching maidf 
Could*ft thoa be flighted, or hetray'd? 
Or, is it but an artful tale, 
0*er Dan9on*i paffion to prevail^ 
Fur furely thoa wert boro to reiga» 
To love, and to be lov'd again. 

CcLfA. 

If Celia cou*d once more believe, 
Damon, like Thyrfis, would deceive; 
And yet, mcthinlcs, it cannot be : 
There muft be faith and truth in theej 
Truft me, thy Celia feels thy pain. 
And wilket ihe cou*d love again. 

Damon. 

Why, then, thofe fears that rack thy breaft) 

Say that thou wilt* and I am bleilt 

But, if my vowg focceftlefs provcy * * 

Damon fliall bid adieu to love ; 

Like thee, refolve to quit the piaiof 

And never, never love again. 



SONG 



1019* 



DAPHNE, 

Written by Mr. Cvnninoram. 

^O longer. Daphne, I admire 

The graces In thine eyes ; 
Continued coynefs kills dcfire. 

And fami(h*d pafllion dies. 
Three tediotis years Tvc figh'd in vain. 

Nor couW my vows prevail; 
Wi;h all rhe rigours of difdain. 

You rcorn*d my amorous tale. 

When Celia cry*d, How fenfeleft fte. 

That has fuch vowi refused ; 
Had Damon giv*n hit heart to me. 

It had been kinder ua'd. 
The man's a foot that pines and dies, 

Becaufe a woman's coy : 
The gentle blifs, that one deni9s» 

A thoufaod will enjoy. 

Such charming words, fo void of art» 

Surprising rapture gave ; 
And tho' the maid fuhdu'd my heart. 

It ceas*d to be a flave. 
A wretch. condemn*dt fl»ll Daphne prove; 

While bleft without rellrfint. 
In the fweet calendar of lore 

My Celia ftands — a (aint. 



SONG loao. 

THE MAIDEN*8 CHOICE. 

I F ever, oli ! Hymen, I add to thy tribe. 
Let fuch be my partner, my mufe ihall de* 
fcT\\>t \ 
Not in patt^ too V)\%\\> not \tv ^'kx>w^.x.«>\o'«^ 
Not tUc \^\^ of 4 cV»Hitk» w>x V» tftw^ s^ ^ 



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Be his petfoo (entee!, tntf engaging hit air. 
His temper MU yielding, hia ib«i, te«, AaUtti 
Not a (k&pe to his oaflioo *|aiflft reafen to movey 
But kind to the iwceteft^ the padioa of lote. 

Let hoBonTy eommottiable pride in the ftx. 
His adiens diroO» and his principles iht; 
Then growndleft fufpicion heUI never furmifey 
Nor jealoofy read ev*ry glance of my eyes. 

If fuch a bleft yooth fliould apprOYe my fmtll 

charmly 
And n« thought of iot*reft his bofom alarms { 
In wedlock Til join with a mutual defire» 
And prudence fhall cheriih the wavering fire« 

Thus time ihall glide on, onpereeiTM in deoay, 
£ach night fliall be bliftfut, and happy each day$ 
Suck a partner graoti HeaT*n, with my ptay> 

O comply ! 
Or a iiaid kt me lSve» and a maid let me die. 



S O N O tfiif. 

TOLLY mortals* fill your gUflet| 
"^ Ni^le deeda are done hy wiiso} 
Scorn the nymph and all her graces: 
Who^d for lore or beauty pine ? 

Look upon this bowl that*s flowing » 
And a thcufand charms yOu*ll find. 

More Chan Chloe when juft going. 
In the moment to be kind ! 

Alexander hated thinking; 

Drank about at council board} 
Made friends, andgain*d the world by drinking. 

More than by hti conquering fword* 



S O N O loM. 

SPRING returns; the fauns adTaacOy 

Leading on the fprightly dance, 
0*er the fallow, o*er the glade. 
Thro* the funfliine, thro' the ibade{ 

Whilft 1 forlorn, and penfivt tdUg 

SRt /ighing for my daffbdiL 

See the wanton nymphs tppetr. 
Smiling all, as fnviles the year! 
Sporting, print where'er they tread, 
Daify ground, or prixnrofe bed. 
Whilft I forioni, Ac. 

Now the fwiln with wat*ry Aoe, 
Brofhes by the morning dew} 
With officious love to bear 
fteth'h)nwn cowflips to hit fair* 
WAiJA J torhro, &c. 

C^nf/r nynfp%$, forftke the mcad» 
Tpjujr loY€ forphy plead | 



Oo, ye fwains. And feek tike fd^ 

This my lift petition bear. 
Whilft I forlorn, ftc. 

Sweottll HMid, that e>r was rc€0» 
Dance at wake, or trip the green} 
See a lo?e-fi<k, Hgbiilg l«^n. 
Hear my vows, rdieve my painf 
Or sritb yoer ^owns for pity kill 
Too charming, cruel, dmbdil. 



SONG 10x3. 

Written by the Editos* 

^S Bacckoa tm4 Mara oMe tagethflr 
ting, 

Difcourfiag on AibjeAs their gediUpa 

Qiioth Mara, My friend Bacckva, 1 ae^l 

divine. 
Why our favMtc Ulaod piediicf a ae wiac^ 
For, fure there's no people oa earth bctteri 

rit 
This ezcellciic drink of the goda te iahcrit. 

That the Britmu deierre to have plenty efmsl 
Is true, (reply*d Bacchus) beeaefe ilMy m 

thnsei 
And when they hare wanted I gladly «o4 



Since I, my good Aiead, lieve diliMe'd it bdovi 
Fortho'che rich dufters their iile don't pn* 

duce, 
I always take care to Aipply tkeaa with jukb 

Their neighbourt. In France, Spain, and Ps^ 

tueal, toll. 
To make op ihli deMI ia the famM BritiA 

foils 
For you know, tkaCwhea Jeve firft ciaaced d» 

ball. 
He decreed, ia eackcoontry few ener AaeU 

fall; 
And who can difcover aught wanting bet tU% 
For England to rival e*en Heavea la- blifi. 

Their women •• beaueous we often beheld, 
As if theyM been form'd in your fav*rice's mouU] 
And their men do in war fo moch bnv'ry Aewj 
I have frequently taken a Briton for yoe: 
Befides, tho* in Bogland no vineyaida appear. 
Not a god 'mongft at all hut caa reUii M 
beer. 

"Tis tru« that tke Oeatt, wk^ have bnkii 

their truce. 
May debar them awhile from fooM AtMa 

juice : 
But when on the earth you in perfon appear. 
They'll fupply it afain— for your preieacc thtf 

fear. 
Then Toon as our Hqaer is fairiy drunk out, 
To Zuil^d t«^«Lt^ a&^ thftir enemies rout* 

Xccnf^\tM|0k^ Mw%^eMt\>\^\Q(«\x»>a^^TMe 
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isg hit hand to old Bacchus, he 

rice people, hoT, ne*er be afraid: 
;h purple claftere their ifland cao*t 

» 

I ways beat tl^ofe in wbpfe kjoigdoint 
ow. 



SONG 1924* 
ritten by Mr. D. Bt^T. 

£*E R I Sylvia meet, in wood or 

groire/ 

y. I'ttit alide, and bids me ceafe to 

iu^afs the rofC| her fpi^ing oy«s 

than radiant beams from the re- 
:fpbeic 

bofooi §lowi with chaftity diviiic j 
i wood-larks fweet, or fyrea-f fofter 

i 

>wn, braided hickfl, in waviaf dag- 

ad lof ely mien have Aeie «|y lieart 



god of lore, and point foor golden 

my throbbing breaft, and foften 
*s hearty 
to Hymen*t fluine what baniftes my 

arms confign the faiccft of the fair. 



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SONG 10S5. 

I raiNccst y|,isAByT«. ^ 

by a Story recorded of her when (he 
Pcifoner at Woodftock, 1554* 

icuo by Mr. Shenston«, 

'oa hear how once repining 
at Elixa captive liy ? 
tioos thought refigning, 
iches, pomp, and fway7 

nymphs and fwaios dejight||i 
ound ip all their pride i 
>ys by others flighted, 
le royal maiden cry*d 1 

lains, or bom in vallfes, 
Duid bid' thofe Tcenea adieu | 
o the arts of malice, 
oqia eyer conrti pbrfue ? 

rer taught to treafufe^ 
! never taught to bear : 
the ihepherd*s pleafure} 
all the damfers care. " 

rhey of humble ftation 
bhuoe the pofy'n Mkowe i - 
Jie difpeofation 
Ihws than mU tohy^ > 



Love like air is widely given | ^ 

Pow*r nor chance can thefe nMi^ j ^ 

Tnieft, nobleft gifts of Heaven 1 
Only pnreft on the plain 1 

Peera can no fuch charms difcoveft 
* All in ftars and garters dreft. 
As, on Sundays, dots the lover 
With his n6fegay on his breaft» 

Pinks and rofe» in profiifiOtn, 
Said to fade when Ciiloe*s ne^ri 

Fops may ufe the iame s'lu^a i 
But the ihepherd is fincere. 

Hark to yonder milk-maid fingin^ 
Chearlyo*er the brimoiiBg pail| 

Cowflips all around her fpringiog. 
Sweetly pa^t the golden wik^ 

Never yet did coyrtjy maiden 
Move fo fpri||htly, look fo fafr| 

Never breaft with jewels laden. 
Poor a fong fo void of care. 

Would ind«»i^nt Henr'ft b^ SnoAtd 

Me foroe rural damfePs part 1 
All the prn^m I h*d wanted 
Then, had been my ihepherd*s heett. 

Then, with' him, o*er hills ^nd mQii9t4iai| 
Free from fetters, might I rpvet 

Fearlefs tafte the chryftal fonntains j 
Peacefiil fleep beneath the grove. 

Rttftic^ had been more lbrgiving| 

PartMi a> my virgin bloom : 
None bad c»v^*d me when living | 

None had triumphed o*er my tomb* 



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SONG 1026. 

Suj^g at Rahs^a^ii* 

npfiLL BM, kffUf have you feen» 
^ Lately wand*riog o*er the gtcea^ 
Beauty*s ion, a Kttic boy. 
Full of Irolic, mistb, and joy f 
If yosi Ieaow bia flieJter, (%ji 
He*s from Venus gone ailray : 
TeU nM, hfittf have you fteii 
Such a one trip o*er the green ? 

By thefe marks the god you'll Itnovf^i 
0*er his (houlder hangs a bow. 
And a c^uiver fraught with dMM^ 
Poifon fure to human hearts $ 
Tho' he*s naked, little, blind* 
He can triumph o*er the mind. 
Tell me, laOes, Sec^ 

Subtle as the lightning*! woood^ 
Is his piercing arrow ^nd | 
While the bofom*d heart it pilae| 
No ex^nalnnilt tciaaint; 
Reafon's ihield ''>tfrlf is broke. 
By the unfufped«d ftroke. 
Tell mei laQ*es, &c. 

IOfc the nit,Vm*a leen lo \\« 
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Snowy bretftfl> or curling hair. 
Oft conceal bit pleafing foart • ' 
Tell me lafl*es, &c. 

She that the rcceft itttwh 
'Where the god himfelf cooceala. 
Shall a kifs receive this night 
From him who it her heart*t delight} 
To Venus let her bring the boy» 
She fliall cade love's fweeteftjoy. 
Tell me, laflek, have you fttn 
Such a one trip o*er the grcea ? 



SONG 1017. 

A COMICAL 0»K* 

Written by Mr. Hxywoo». 

^OM£, ev*ryl>old blade, come, each 
fouly 

Whofe only delight upon earth la good drink- 
ing 5 
Come, mix your iigredientty and ill op your 
howl» 
Wjiile I tell you a cure Tve difcover*d for 
thinkings 
Come 1 come all to me. 
For this recipe. 
It will fill all your bofomi with gladnefs and 
gleej 
For/ure fuch a medicine has never been feen. 
At what is compounded in this Magasine. 

T1)0* fome fay I fmg If ke an owl, or an afs. 
And ftni'the famie tune to each fong will be 
ringing; 
Yet I care not hr that, for while 1 have my 
glaf.. 
In fpighrf of their f«eers» and tbeir fleeri, 
ril )>e fingingt 
And Td glad know kit name 
Who fays I'm to blame. 
Or who, in the fame cafe, would not do the 
fame! 
For fare, there's no mortal on earth can re- 

ftrain, 
Who, joined to good liquor, hat this Maga- 
fioe. 

But now let each jolly companion draw near, 

And a ferious face each of you put op ; 
While I tell yotf the names of tbofe writers fo 
rare. 
Who immortal fliall be, and their names 
neVr forgotten; 
But firft till me high 
This gl^is of brandy, 
for bow can I fiog while oiy lipi arc fo dry! 



Then tofs off your bunFert eKh fti 

twees. 
Let the toaft be, Succefs, boys, to tl 

gasine* 

And firft Mr. Editoi ftanda on the r 
Whofe ballads fo hearty, fo jovial, an 
Shew he loves a briik glafs as be loves 
foul j 
Then fill the old boy op a bumpet i 
With bottle and bowl 
Let us ply the old foul, 
Till his wic, like the fun-beamt, ihii 
all cuntroul i 
Till, bright as hit fancy, hit nofe 

feenj 
Then drink to hit health, and hit 1 
gasine* 

Nent comes Matter Hawkins, the 
voung fwain. 
Of whom 1 fay liule, becaufe, boyv, 

(Tho* none of his finging can greatly c 

He fttttt not with us jolly (ona of 2 

Let Strephon and Philfis 

Dojuft at their will b. 

Mine, mine, to be jovial and tipplin 

Yet we'll all join his pipe, or in 

plain. 
To chaunc out the praifes of this ^ 

Next comes brothtr Nicholls,! ten 
fwain ; 
And not far behind him, comes fo 
Mavok; 
Some think them the doves that dra^ 
train, 
At lead, all allow they are high 
vour : 
To thefe let us join 
The gentle Lbmoinf.; 
Then toaft all their healths i a a hump< 
For fure fuch a trio has never bee 
As this chat enriches our new Mi 

Now Hawkins, now Nicuoli,s, 

VOa, LXMOINB, 

Leave your fighings, yopr dyings, 

ties, and Haughrer I 
Fill, fill up your gla0es, and drinl 
wine; 
For who can write well who drinl 
but water ! 
Can the lips of the Mi fa. 
That you figh fo to kifs. 
Be fweeter, or fofter, or redder tba 
Then joinin the chorus, with migl 

main, 
And all drink fucccfs to this ^tw 



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SONG 1028. 

CV THE TALK OP A DUTCH WAft* 

Written by the Editok. 

rH AT tht French far exceed oi in c?*ry 
mean arc, 
It a truth muft by all be confeft ; 
Suty that we furpafi them in true brar'fy of 
heart, 
There's a proof in each F.nglifliman*! breift. 
Then let them engage whom they pkalt on 

their fide, 
The Tons of Britannia each effort deride. 

\y their ufual finely, tho' they*ve fet on 
Mynheer, 
And made Spain feem difpofed for peKe, 
Pis as plain as the 'fun doth at noon- tide 
appear. 
That they all mean poor England to fleece, 
lut. truft me, whilft Britain if true toherfelf, 
he*tl beat them united— and pocket their pelf. 

Then let not, my countrymen, difcord divide 

A people whofe Ireedom and laws 
iave ot)tain*d them that envy, from impo- 
tent pride. 
Which virtue continually draws. 
rho* nation with oaclon, then« *gainft ut 

fliould join. 
We IhaJl conquer them ail— for our.caufe is 
divine. 



SONG 1029. 

Sung ia Cjmtn, 

P AX ny tongue, it is a (hame 1 
Merlin, fure, it much to blame. 
Not to let it fweetly flow. 
fee fire farounoftbe gftJtp 
La^ the BUy maidea'a fate. 
Oft dapead^ Yea or Uo* 



Lack-a-day > 
Poor Fatima ! 
Stinted fo. 
To Yes or No. 
Should I want to talk or chit> 
Tell Urganda this or that. 
How ihaii I about it go ! 
Let her aflt me what (he will^ 
I muft keep my clapper ftill. 
Striking only Yes or No« 
Lack-a-day ! 
Poor Fatima ! 
Stinted fo, 
To Yei or No ! 



SONG 1030. 

FAIHlONi AN ADPtBSt TO SS AID II I 

A tASTOKAL. 

Written by Mr. Nxc molls. 

\^ HERB vanity governs the breaft. 

Dear Reafon, bow rare art thou known! 
She thinks chee a troublefome gue(^. 

And bars thy approach to her throne. 
To me thou art dearer than gold ; 

As the bloom in the fpring's to the bee. 
As the clover in Juce's to my fold, 

So art chou, deareft Realbn, to me. 

Come thou, who*rt of folly the dread. 

The kindeft companion e*cr fent 
To fmooth the rude path wc*ve to tread . 

In our W4y to the vale of content 1 

Come, goddefs ! and {end me thy aid 

To bring back a wandei^og fair. 
Who w'.th FoW^ and Y jl^xotv w ^ivj^^ 

To a maiif\ofi t.YkaV % Wv\.x.\n. ^\w^ iSx. 

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*Whd fcorn'd the afliftance oF art, 

And for n<atDcfs was pnis'd by the fwtins* 

When the pole on the green pleased her (igbti 
When ihe lov'd the Itill walk on the Bead 3 
'Wbca the tabor and pVpe could dtlishtf 
Ah, then flie was charming indeed ! 

Her trefles, how fweet would they play 
With the breezes that wanton'd around ! 

Her cheeks ! of a colour more gay, 
No cheeks in the village were found. 

Her brearh might compare with the rofey 
Her netk with the lily m}ght vi« ! 

Aod. fweet was the converfe Ihe choffly 
When innocence lighCenM her eye. 

Thofe trefTes (ah ! who will believe. 
That knew her fo Tweet on the dale] 

No more kifs the breezes at eve, 
Or wanton at morn with the fiit. 

Cay Fafhion has tortured each curl. 
To a fliape like the cock on the mead | 

When the gay robes of nature unfurl^ 
And all thinj;s are lovely indeed ! 

Her tongue ! which fo (wtetfy coold tell 
Of the leafons which chequered the year; 

Now remarks but the ways of the belle, 
Or what fops have infas'd in her ear. 

That cheek, fo' delightfully &en ! 

That neck, fo invitingly fair ! 
It Alter'd, and fo is her mien. 

To an aukwartf, ineligant air ! 

When firft the fid change I eTpy'd, 
I begg'd thee the ciufc to cxpreCi ; 

With my wilhes you <]iiickly comply'd, 
And wifperM— the Demon of Drcfs. 

When 1 heard it, I wondered, 'tis true, 
. For flie knew that my flodc was butfrnall^ 
She knew that my acres were fcw^ 
My int*reft mach lefs than tbem all. 

I dgh,' and ! cannot refraiily 
Dear Reafon, in fpitt of thy pow*n$ 

Reflexion but adds to ay psun^ 

And her prefence ma&ea heavy mj hoars. ^ 

Thit prefence fo often adi&ir^dy 
By the nymphs of fobriety*i traja> 

Of late is moll rudely attir*d. 

With baubles both ufelef^ and vain! 

When I bid her cbnfider of this, 
Shk arifwers me thus, with a frown ! 

I cannot think aught is amifs; 
I but copy the modes of the town. 

In vain I endeavour toprove. 
That Utility, neatoefs and grace. 

May rivet the fetters of love. 

By adding new charms to the face* 

In vain I endeavour lo fliow, 

Without tbeip *t?s common to find, 
TbMt pride Mnd ^'nconriancy too 
Soon £11 the recefa of the mind. 

Come goddefsl my Mira rttion } 
All / come c*/e the ftafon'i tog Utc 5 



If ftft wilf niit gtve heed W thylore* 
May ihe fall by the arrows c>if fau. 

If flkc doth not this faiifioa forfakc, 
Thofe modes which bur {cr\t to dcceife. 

The cup of affli Aion Ae'tt take. 

When flie Aads it too late to retrieve. 

Should the graces revifit hec mind. 
Again we will fly to the plains j 

Leave Faihion and Folly behind, 

Who*re too high for the nympha and d 
fwains. 

My heart fecms to ddlce at tHe foBnd j 
We fure /hall be happy ac U(^! 

The moment flie*s rational foond, 
I forget ail her folly that*s paft. 



SONG 1031. 

Written by the Rev. Mr. J^— 

CYPRIAN goddcf?, take the lyre, 

Attune yourfeif each trembling fljing; 
My judgment guide, iity fancy Are, 
While lovely Rachel's chaimi 1 fing. 

Let others boaft a beauteoua fact, 
A (hape, a neck, a graceful air ; 

Oood-fenfe and prudence give her ^race, j 
Thefe make her more than blooming faif 

BeneValeAce, that heaVn-bom po«>» 
rier words and ail her anions guide ; 

*Tis this that daimi each leiforo Koor» 
Thii conftituies her aoly pride. 

Ye fair-ones hence a truth confefs. 
No ieharms with virtue can compare; 

Be cautious when the beaiix addrefs ; 
When mifcry fues, his furrows Aare. 

Then, like my Rachel,.yqu will be 

Beyond the reach of flattery's lorej 
locoaftaocy will bend the knee, 
' And wondering infidels adote. 



SONG 1032. 

Written by Mr. Daws i. 

Y £ Hiepherds, what wonfi can exprela 

The half of my anguilh fend pain 1 
O how ikall i paint my diftrefs, 

Since Celia is fTed fttth the plain ! 
She was all my fond wiftea could priie, 

My blifs's fubltmell degree s 
But while (he abfents from. my cyea^ 

No joy can be joyous to itae. 

Forlorn in the garden I t^ad. 

And it's beauties deftroy with ray feetj 
In vain their perfumea they now ihed, 

*Tvi^% Ct.Ua that made them fo fweet. 

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c», that fo often could cafe 
ngt I've long felt in my bretft« 
>ft eyVy pow*r to pleafe» 
ys are all fled like the reft ! 
when my Celia was near, 
bee would 1 charm the dull night ! 
i if flie*d deign but to hear^ 
rUl e*er felt fuchr delight. 

ajr now I fijh out my woe* 
n will ceafe to complain : 
all my bofom e*er know, 
ee the xiear fair-one again. 
!lia» «rhi1e you are away, 
Bt thy abfence VU mourn ; 

I (hall die if you ftay ! 

then* ny eharmer, rctnni* 



SONG 1033. 

TBI SUKAL BALL. 

ly Daddy Diddle had new ftnmg his 

Idle, 

bbled away to the RoTe, 

r met with Tom Trot, who with 

e and with pot, 

ally painting his nofe. 

a Gregory too, and Nelly and SnCf 
g that match *d Biily the Tinker; 
H Maudlin and Jerry, and Martin 
«erry, 
with one peep, Ben the Blinker* 

s Judy hit joy, for iie lov*d the 

boy, ^ 

rt coning couple they wert) 
in the Merry fung hey doWA» dewn 

'»nnj, his fair-onty waa tl^eit. 
bandy-legg*d Joe, almoil hpwcatee 

jinah that twifts like a lizard ; 
ich-backed Nan, and her timber- 
fan, 
s joAice once took for a wisard. 

ruping cup, and old Catgut ftmckup» 

iri(h*d a tune of his own j 

bauPd aloud, (be won*d batter his 

i» 

le wou*d play Bobbing Joan* 

they did jump, buftle, boftle, and 

9 

it, and jog it, and trip it, 

weat, B^nk aud ftar*d, as if they*d 

rcar*d» 

mt, in and out they did whip it. 

wiih dAOQtagi id tjt with their 

&Qfi to foot, and did fwill ; 

ihabiccup, a du/l cr>*d tp kick up, 



*Caufe Nan was too free with her Will. 
But Will, with a frown, fwore he*d fbaight 
knock her down. 

If Ae did '{tot lit ftill, and be quiet; 
For that no faucy punk, becaufe mad and drunl(« 

Shou'*d break up the ball with a riot. 

That*! righr,faid TomTrot ; and feizing the po% 
Here*a a health to the ftrength of the na- 
tion. 
They pledged him around^ all but Peg, who» 
they found* 
Waa ready to fplit with vexation. 

Mild Maudlin, quite melk>w, kifs*d Jerryy 

dear fellow. 

Love's paffion had fcorch*d *eiB to tinder ; 

Grinning Greg, with fweet Sue would bave 

made much ado. 

But the tell-tales about them did hinder. 

Martin friflc'd with fair Fanny ; faya fte^ 
Lor* how can ye } 

Pooh I fee bow n)y handkerchief*! torn. 
Ben leer*d at his Judey, at in a brown ftudy. 

Bat Hannah waa left all forlorn. 

Nelly*8 Biboy Tom Trot, was fo fo«d of hia 
pot, 
NegleAedi poor girl, ihe might lie } 
Not regarding her fcorn, or threats of tht 
horn. 
He fwore he would drink till he*d die. ' 

-Now they all being mozvy, each hob and hit 

huzzy, 

Some fung, others laugh *d| and fome cry*d$ 

But Old Tap-tub then come, and foon bundled 

them hornet 

Where weMl leave *em till next meiry tide 



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1034. 



Written by Mr. Hz y wood. 

£^01 what dreary, darkfome morning, 

UOferrs in the rifing day } 

Phoebus, from the weft returning. 

Dimly gleams a trembling ray. 

Now no more the lark, high-foaring* 
Chaunta her fweetly-thrilling ftrain ; 

Far away ihe haftes, exploring 
Some more hofpitable plain. 

Flocks of fparrowi, pertly hopping. 
Here and there colled a grain \ 

While the fweet domeftic robin» 
For the city quits the plain. 

Birds of ev*ry fong and pinion. 
Own ftern winter*a rigid reign ; 

And (or fnmmer's foft dominion 
Silent (tgh, bux ^%K \n 'vv\«. 

Some in ptirfive iiotu teY^tC\Tv\« 
On tVic (now-tm^o{(«^ ^^^Y^* 

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Now no more 11 heard refoondingy 

Up >on cliff, the buff mill; 
lVinter*s frigia arms fuirnunding, 

Locic thff rweecly-tlnkling rill. 

Lo ! how all out fcenei of ^leafarcy 

Cloth *d in fpotleft liverie» tie/ 
Where nymphs aod f«ainf , infrdllck me«fure» 

Tript and fung To merrily. 

Ah I how oft, at rve, refounding 

Mofick ftole from yondrr hiil» 
Which (fickly fogs aod miftt furroonding) 

Now breeds damps ano vapours ehill. 

But hari( ! in yonder valr , ^ay moving, 
Breathes tl^ far-rcfoundin^ bora ; 

Wbiift the JAfial fpottfmea roving, 
|iul> with ihouts, the riling morn. 



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1035. 



rHIBI TO iXLTXVS. 

Written by Mifs BiOGsaiTArr. 

^^ H Y will you plague me with your pain ? 

You know fuch nonfenfe I difdain ! 
Your paflion, angoifh, tears, and fighty 
And all fuch fully, I defpife. 
If 1 butfrown, you fat, you die; 
Sore frowns can never hurt a fly : 
But fince my fmile* fuch bleflirigs prove, 
1*11 ever fmile at you and love. 

You fay that I am all divine^ 
My eyes the brighteft ftars outfliin^ ; 
And I of charms have foch a ftorc, . 
As never girt poiTefsM before t 
And when I am as mad as you> 
I may believe it to be true ; 
But never, till that time (hall be. 
Let me hear more ef love or thee. 



SONG X036. 

A fCOTCH CAKTATA. 

Written by Mr. HAWKiNt. 

RXCITATITB. 

fi^ S J'>ckcy fat beneath a cyprefs ihade, 

(While brvfzcs fpoitcd thro* each vernal 
glade) 
The youth was tuning of bis oaten rfe.^, 
V/hen lovely Jrnny tript along the mead ; 
With eager hafte to her he gladly fprang. 
And thus, in foothing drains, mpftfyrceciy fang. 

Air, 

Oh 1 Jenny, did you Icnow the pain 

That harbours in my breail ; 
You ne'er would let nie foe in vain. 

But make me evnr bleft. 
For, oh I I iiive you frae my heart. 
Your /h0pp*s fo bonny fine ; 
AV more, ftiy rfear, J could impirt, 
^•/ fii^y, >'(/oN; bj mire. 



Then lct*s gang down the bum, f fay, 
Or thro* yon verdant grove ; 

For there we*ll toy, we*ll kifs, tad pi 
And you (hall be my love. 

For ril no longer fingle be, 

So wearied is ny life ; 
Then, Jenny, ^o iodine to m% 

And you Aall he my wi fr ; 
For, oh ! ymir^ecn, they gli^en fo, 

Their charms 1 fcarce can teel. 
But this I know, whcre*er 1 go, 

I love my Jenny weel. 
Then let's gang ddvrn the burn, ftf. 

Young Jenny heard the Aiepherd*s talt 

And promis*d to be kind \ 
For he fo fweetly did prevail^ 

He gaiB*d her to his mind. 
Then to the kirk (he gaveconfent 

With Jockey for to ftecr j 
Where ftraigbt with joy away they we 

And foon were wedded there. 
Now down t^e burn« or dirough the 

They gang fo blithe and gay \ 
Each forming tender tales of love 

To crown their nuptial day. 



SONG 1037. 

Written by Mr. Tomlxni. 

p I T Y, come, thoa gentle pow'r ! 
Shd thy influence o*er my hear^ 
In my breaft thy bleflings pour; 
Come, to mc thy gilts impart. 

Never let my heart be 'leel'd 
*GaiDft a fellow-creature*s woe| 

Ne'er let mis*ry, when reveaPd, 
From mygatt unaided go. 

And when death (hall call me forth, 
O ! miy then a friend fincere^ 

0*er my cold corps, laid in earth, 
Ccntly drop the pitying tear. 



SONG IC38. 

Written by Mr. Best. 

Y E g»'a»^» fober mortals, ye fons of oW 
Wb«t pleafures from fadneft can flov 
*Ti» the juice of the vine that difperfesdi 
Which Bacchus diltributes below. 

The prief^, ^\>A in ^ikT\€L\f% rages and b 
Exclaim!) ayainfl liquor divinr; 

Bui when from the church ro obey nature*] 
His wurfliip's not quite fo fubiinie. 

With the beft of us ail he will tipple aod 
And with glcft will drink, riot, and fn 

At church and at ftafe he will merrily la 
While a bumper enlivens the joke. 

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le bowl 6ut the objeft-vt loveri adore, 
hout eloquence, reafon, or verfe, 
Bacchut affords you a plentilul ftorcy 
ch we font of old Noali difperfe. 

iloTopben reafon offyfktms diviney 
patriots of poltticks prate % 
reafons agree when at Bacchus*! ibriney 
a hamper difpenfes their hate. 

! foup-maigre Frcnchmeip who threatea 
our ifle, 

icic «• whenever they pleaib { 
ted by wine, at their forces, we'll (niU« 
with thunder their fury appetfe* ' 

r» v«rit, and beauty, religioa tad laws, 
onger with Btfchus coAtitod^ 
^r\n all our care, and evinces auc caufe. 
Mars does our liquor dtfetid. 



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1039. 



TO SYLVIA. 

Written by Mr; J. R. 

fE, mySyWfa! come and bfefs 
is rpot, which I have toiTd to dreffl 
hal charms the ga^f^r's eye, 
V tint that wears a dye. 

c we'll dwell, and placid eafe, 

whatever each (hall pleafe ; 
the feas'our fmCa roll, 

:ak a boundleis, fluent foul. 

ic /hall waft our Iovjs away, 

s the thread of life decays ; 

lie that flits the hours alonf;, 

ring fiefla wreathes to deck our fong 3 

irtue*8 fweets, that never cloy j 
jraf fcenes, eztatic joy ! 

1 the mind'inftru^ing page, 
im to live a good old age. 



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1040. 



TOLITINISS. 

Written by Mr. Nicholls. 

ilaemon^s rural rrfreat, 

>w srUd could I fprnd the long day, 

the fpot could conceit ! 
he loves amidll crowds to be gay. 
1 to be fond of the grove, 
y flock and the paftoral Arainj 
r ihe*s delighted to rote, 
lights both my flock and her fwaio. 
out the caufe of the change, 
ider'd, but could not conceive; 
»aod, in a manner quite ftrange, 

Vm forc*d *gainil my wUl to beiiere. 
t 'mongA tke gay aad the proudt 
*wa were fuch circln before $ 
hack with the iin of the crowd, 
» /fteVy irave rcMfoa ao moft. 



Quite altfr*d, aiss f is our ftate^ 
From flnof Hcity, quiet, and health f 

She'll copy the ways of tlie great, 
Tbo* file haa'aoc their portioii ofwetltlN 

Each morn *twai her cuftom te jifis 

When the lark dealt hit melod'oua t«oe i 

But now ('tit poKteneff, Ihe criiet !) 
She fca(cely emergei till n(V»o. 

Our table wat furniih'4 fall neat» 
There ftlendftlpoft fat with delight | 

Qor meal was plain, haltfeme, mi'tmmti 
Politencft hat aJter'd it quite \ 

Her goffipft now flirt It aroonda 

And their tongues found feApM !• Mywg 
That I would not to bear it b^HNHiii 

For a farm of a thoufasid a 1 



Where the tongue fo incelTantly gw^ 
Fair charaAer ofcen it xnarr'd j 

They fpare not their friends nor their fbob 
And truth has but little regard. 

To convince her, I take the bcft faintv 
That her condnft is not in <he right j 

In return, my dear Mira complainff 
I do not know what is polite* 

If politenefs in fcandal confiftt, 

(' Tis my nature, ye fwains, to be free) 
If in wounding of truth it exifts, 

Purfue it, who likes it, for me* 

Let me have my ruftical gear. 

With peace in my vine circled cot; 

Good health, and a friendihip fiacerey 
Politenefs I envy ye nor. 

Even thus (hould the pitying pODit.'rs 
Caufe my fair-one aflray to opine, 

TM fing in thegrotcos and bow*rs. 
Not a nymph can be equal to mine. 



SONG 1041. 

Written by Mr. Dawrx. 

QOMJL Phcebus, and tunc thy foft lyrej 

Ye mufcs, come join in the fong ; 
While Celia the theme ihaH infpire. 

The faireft of all the gay throng j 
The goddeft of virtue and grace* 

The queen of all beauty and charms | 
'Tis tranfport to gaze on her face, 

*Tis heaven to reft in her arms. 

could 1 charm Pluto*t dull ears, 
Like Orpheus of oldy with my lay. 

Or with Milton foar up to the fpheres, 

J then might her merits difpUy - 
While her charms I attempt to rahearfe, 

A field fo unbounded doth rife. 
The fubfeA*s too great for my verfe, 

I fink, and am lod with Cmt^Vxx'^ 

Urama, itv'y bol<iWk \T\^^\te.^ 

My f emvia enUt %t 'wT % ^t^^^^i 
To the he\|,Vktt\\%x. tn^ t\v^m* ^x3«iv*^^<t^ 

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*Tis Ce!it» tht theme of my ftrajo* 
Whole plau4iu I only can prist. 

Could I but her fAVor obtain* 
lAt envy 9^ fonoeu defpife. 



S O H O 1049. 

STKXfHOK AND LUtlKDA; A tASTOftAL* 

Written ^y Mr. Matob.. 

.".1 «M. STBXrROII. 

U AR K ! the birdi on ev*ry fpray 
Sweetly ca«ol thro* the grove f 
Whpiua A A«nd difflay 

ScenefclHMliflnony and love* 
Fair Lucindi|ieonie with ja«» 
Where tr yc^ ipvt ; aa only fc? . 

LUCIIVBA. 

Norfhy ftrcphon, mtn'a fprfyronj;} 

To the (^rove I dare not go ; 
Scarce the roff dimpled mora « 

Bids it's topi with purple glow ; 
Then excufe ■ virgin's fear, 
Tho* tMie love is only there. 

Stbbfiiom. 

Sweet Lucinda, heav'nly fair, 

Mild as May* or dawning light. 
Can my heart thus falfe appear ? 

Conld deceit approach thy fight ? 
Or a wanton wifli arife, 
•Nrath the chaAnef« of thofe eyes ? 

LucinDa. 

Gentle youth, your gen'rous talc. 
Oft has charm'd me in the grove ; 

ITI no more my flame conceal, 
Nor diftruft the fwain I love : 

But *ri9 time our flocks to fttif * 

And our lambs to paflure lead. 

Both. 

Thro' the pearly, glifl'ning dew. 

To the fold then let us haftr ; 
Hear, the tender, bleating ewes. 

Long the morning herb to taftc; 
And at noon, within the grove. 
We'll renew our vows of love. 



SONG 1043. 

THt FLACXMAM. 

•f H E p ^friot in the fenate burnt. 

Harangues on cv'ry thing by turns ; 
Religion, liberty, and laws. 
His mttch-Iov*d country's facred caufe ! 

By place or penfion well applyV, 
The premier fains him on his fide : 

f//s counrry*s ardent love ii o'er ? 

TTie ficred C2u(t InAamcM no more« 

Lortf di<f mj lieert fecore defy 
]3rhe /baft$ 9 f many m brilliant eyt | 



And ilillit*! liberty covlJ I 

At eafe, while XoiSt reiga'd after t^ift* 

Now, Hymen, if yon wi A to giia 
This heart, deftnded long in vain j 
My penfion be £l»a*« charms 1 
My place, for life, her faithful enm! 



S O N" G 1044. 

Wxittea by Mr. W-^l i— «• 

W I T II PhiUis hov oft have I ftrij'd, 
OVr hill, dale, and in the green gievt 
Hbw pleet*4 to atcwid the fwetc maid I 
To tell her ta»w fondly J love. 

My Pbtllii fu^ cb?rms does impart. 
Such beauties difplay to the view ! 

FrftiD OS (he h«9 ftelen a heart ; 
A heart that will ever prove cnie. 

She lends a kiod ear to my ttle \ 
With fmiles ihe (oy toil does reward; 

And when I my pai&on reveal, 
Her looks fully fpeak her regaW. 

What mortal mere hsppy can be t 
What cares can my boibm alarm ! 

Whilft PhilHs, dear girl, is fo firce; 
FoHe fling each power to charen. 

But fliould Ae e*er flight her fond fwaNi» 
And leave me her lofs to deplore. 

Then, Lethe, relieve me from pei% 
And let me QOt think of her mtr*. 

Not think of her more— did I fay ? 

How vain fuch an effort would prove! 
For, long as I live, 1 each day 

Muft think of her charms, end ftsll love. 



SONG 1C45. 

Written by Mr. Szll^vt. 

"Y O fprak my mind, of womankind. 

They are unfettled creatures 5 
I never yet, two females met 
A tike, except in features. 

Wc ever And, that like the wind, 
Tbey frequently are changing ; 

From morn till night, their chief detighf, 
In fearch of folly's ranging. 

They gad about, from ball to root. 

On fcaodal ever feeding \ 
^They talk and char, of this and that. 
To fliow their fenfe aad breeding. 

Puflf'd up with pride— fo vain befide, 

I'hey ne*er will wifdom learn ; 
And when once bent, they're fo intetit, 

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Oil 1 fickle feX| no more fterfitx, 

Nor with year foUiei tcite us $ 
Think, e'er too late, yot were bjr f«te 

Intended bat to pieafc «. 

And not to gad, and miUbe ot mady 

Purfuing each new foily. 
When once the reinr, the ftmales gaio. 

They'll drite us melanciioly. 

Learn wifdom then, ye font of moAy 

Be kind, but not too civil ) 
For fliould your wives, «*cr golds your lives, 

TheyMl govern tike the devil. 



SONG io«^6. 

STatrUON j A rASTOSAL lALLAD. 

Written \yf Mr. Hawk rNs. 

^S Strephon was ftroUing along to the fair. 

So blithcfome, fo bonn ji, and quite debonair, 
R.eclin*d in a grove a young (hepherdlefs lay, 
To reft her awhile from the heat of the day. 

Herflieep had been ftrayingwideiiw the plain, 
And one Ac had Joft, which ihe fought fir 

in vain. 
That drove the dear danifel alfiioft to defpair, 
For dolefijl fhe feem*d, and drjefled her Mir. 

[n filence the fwain fat him down on a flile. 
To hear her complainings, then fpoke wich a 

fmile. 
That rouz*d'aII her paflions, and thrilfd thro* 

her heart ; 
>o keen was his arrow, fo piercing his dart : 

'•rike-^f • fttdd«n forgot tH ber care, 

^nd tripp*d it with Strephon away to the fair j 

iVhere topknots he bought her, the beft he 

could find, 
Likewife a llraw-har, for to him flie vras kind* 

fler looks were delightful, her charms were 

mod fweet ; 
ier drefi, tho* not gaudy, was cleanly and neat j 
^rom pride and ambition the maider was free j 
Jntainted her mind, and h virtuous was (be. 

The youth, as he view*d her, the fonder he 

grew, 
\.nd vow*d he would ever be faithful and true : 
ie promised to banifh all forrow and fir fe; 
ind made the dear damfal, next morning, hit 

wife.. 



SONG 1047. 

TKK WINTAi >#t8ll. 

Written hf Uh Mavos. 

; TR I P T is the foliage of the tfces. 

No flofi^rs the fields adorn | 
Taaibrethe balmy wefterv bmse. 
Or fweetly fmiling morn 1 

fo nm/t the bright Apollo Akdk 
Hi$ warfn proline tzj ^ 
tOiearttA, in his tMrpttriiH 
''h€ Aon^ird, hnioai dn/. 



When rattling hail buHb from the flcyt 

And dances o*er the plain i 
When the roof echoes, leaapefts fly» 

And roaring winds complain \ 

When fable night, with ebon f/and. 

Brings tedious darknefs oil, 
And bids fair Cynthia, at command^ 

Sit Ihrouded on Ker throne j 

Then, deareft O^ii, deign to fiaile. 

Nor fcorn a mutual love \ 
Thy fmiles the blackest ftorms bcgvik^ 

Thn richeft joys improve* 

With rapture while 1 catch the fbood^ 
That fpeaks my flame tepaid* 

How fwltt my glowing heart will boil&dt 
To fee my blufhing maid 1 

01 be our love or lot th« fatten ' ^ 

Thro* every fcene below \ 
fie oars an unextinguHh^d flamcy 

W^ilen age has ihed it's fnow s 

Then, whether fpring in colours gay 

Advros the genial ground. 
When miific warbles rum each fprayi, 

^nd all is bloom around , 

Or whether winter's fulten #a(!e, 

Defbrina the ^ailefsyetr; 
No anxious care iui:l fill ujy brea^ 

Nu vihon^i-y icm\ 

CaloinJy ferene thro* life I'll glide, 

A^.d think each feafbn kind ; 
1 ill uuom'd to fail th* eternal tide, 

1 ieavc no wiih behind. 



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SONG X049. 

SVMMSn* 

Written by Mr. Bsst. 

^ O W the lufcious fweets are flown« 
Spring's forfook her ebon throne f 
Summer now, in rich array. 
Bears alone defpotic fway \ 
Bluihing now, in early bloom. 
Spreads around a rich perfume $ 
While the gentle zephyn play, 
Boafting fweets that equal May. 

Now Pomona*s fweets we tafte. 
Smiling at the rich repal^ 
Which her labours ever yield, 
Canquets, rich and nobly fiU'd j 
Bright Aurora's fcorching beams. 
Gild the azure flowing ftreams. 
While thegentlo xephyn play, 
Boafting fweets that equal Miy, 



View tVic fet\\\e V\\\% »Xi^>\«MA> 
I Whcrt the tmW'm^ v^^«U tiXi!B*\ 
1 Ceres, ever kind slu^ Xx>a»» 
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And tbe chearfttl nightingale 
Warbles forth her tender tale. 
While the gentle se^hyrs plat* 
BoaiHog fwecti that equal Miiy. 



SONG X049. 
By Mr. R— gb— >t. 

pA RE WEL all the joys wliich of late I 

Wben with Sylvia*t bright preTenct and fight 

1 was blcft { 
How fwift fled the hours, undi Aurbed with care, 
HU fears durft ioCrudej when along with ay 

fair. 

Her cheeks were like rofes, her ihape tike 

the pine, 
Her perfon and a£bion were furely divine ; 
To her perfon alon< were not graces confiii^dy 
Tho* lovely her bodyi moie charming her mindb 

How Oiort-liv*d is beauty ! how frail 11 our 

ftate ! 
Ah, who can forefee the intention) of fate ! 
The rofes arc wither*d| infipid they lie ! 
Ah, who can be fafe, when fuch beauty muft 

die! 

Poflbffing her, life would have been worth my 

care, 
But now *tis a burden I fcarcely can bear : 
A dungeon would pleafe me, poileding my fair j 
la a palace unhappy, if abfent frooi her. 

By her looks I was chear*d, and with eager 

delight 
Could gaze at her beauty, from morning till 

night ; 
.But iince fare wis cruel enough to deprive 
My life of it*s comfort, why (hould I lurvlve? 



S O K G 1050. 

V/ritten by the Rev. Mr. J— ^ 

W^HEN Britain's queen, on Albicfti's flrand 

Firit landed from the Gt^rman ank'iikf 
Neptune, the guardian of our land. 

With Na'iJs joined, and fuog tbi^t Ilra-n: 

Hail, happy ifle ! 

Whofe fun has feJdom feen^ 
So gracious, fo 

Beloved a queen. 

Fair freedom dreads no galling chain, 

In George and Charlotte's love t ecu re ^ 
For while the laws his wili^ftrain. 
Her mild commands our hearu alluie. 
Britona with ^hry. 

With gS^ry crown the day. 
From whence /prung Ceorije 
And Chithtie's iivny. 



In her the powfer to charm 19 ieeftf 
With unafiVAed wit and fenfe ) 

A truly great, yet htuoble mien. 
Effulgent truth and innocence* 

And when DO more Chefe virtues ihaiiCt 
Save in the bright hiftoric page. 

Or in her owil illuirioos line, 
Prolonged by heaY'n from age to age ^ 

Still Britannia 

Her grateful voice fluB niCtt 
In joyful ftrains. 

To Charlotte*! praiie. 



SONG X05I. 

Writtio by Mr. Da wax. 

Q A C C H US, god of rofy wine. 

Shed your influence divine ; 
Pill to the brim the fprightly bowl» 
Nbught but wine can chear the foul. 

By this Alexander fought ; 
By this god-like Plato thought 1 
T^is was, fure, the facred fpriof 9 
Where the mofet ui*d to fing. 

Mirth by this will ever fnuJe, 
This will ev*ry care beguile } 
EvVy joy and focial bl:ff, 
Rifes hence, and moves to this. 

Love may beat his Cod alarms, 
This excels e'en Nancy's charmt s 
Often frowns deform her fAct $ 
Wine has everlaftiog fracc. 



SONG IOS2. 

ANACaXONTIC. 

Written by Mr. ToMLiNf. 

J Crave not Gyge*s boundlefs powV, 
Nor wi(h I for the gulden Aore { 
I envy not the regal flate 
Of pompous kings, fupremely great; 
For mirth and joy alone 1 care. 
And wreaths of rofes for my hair* 
To-day 1 baniih ev*ry forrow, 
Nor think 1 of the coming morrow. 
While chance permits, we*ll drink and laugh. 
And Bacchus* gifts in goblets qaafF; 
For fooner than we with comes death. 
And flops our drinking, and— our breath. 



S O N. G 1053. 

Written hy Mr. J. R. 

J^OW oft, my dear Damon, wcVe plu- 
fingly flray'd 
*Long Med way's fwect banka, and it's ham- 
lets arounJ ; 

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And (•en the blithe ihephcrd repaur from hit 

Cptf 

To iKe. flock hit fond breaft iccounted hii 
ftore J 
And he whiftled end fung, nor ctred 1 jot ; 
Hit deAres were cro«rA*(l, he efk'd for no 
more. 

Or ken*d the hide hulbandmaa fpeed to hit 
toil, 
Wich healt that was happy, contented and 
free j 
O ! how our yeong bofomi have pondered the 

while. 
And cuird fweet rcfleAion for Daraon and me ! 
And pity*d the «»ealthy, enrolled in ftate, 
That ne'er tafted joyt from delights foch ai 
thefe ; 
Let them fmile in their /hackles^ bt proud to 
be great, 
We boafted our freedom^ and ckeriih'd our 
eafel 

ThemoiTy green turf, with pieddaifei crown*d, 

Exceeded the carpet's moft beauUful dye^ 
The wild rofy thofn fcatterM perfume around. 

Our roulicjc the ;iotes from each fengfter 
hard by. 
No honours to deck, nor no titles to grace, 

A heart free from guile we enclosed within } 
No faife aftcAation with us found a. place, 

Or bypocrify's malk our anions to fcrecn. 

Blooming health ftrung our nerves, and fluib*d 
on our cheeks. 
It breath'd thro' each buik, and fang thro' 
the trees } 
While ficknefs, appall'd, from our prefence 
did creep, 
And clogg'd the high breaft with her loath- 
fume difeafe. 
We purchas'd no pleafures, they flow'd fiee as 
air, 
From natare>deck*d beauties around us dif- 
pUy'd} 
No figh from our bofomt, the boder of care, 
£*er pierced the dark grot, or e'er fuUied the 
fliade.. 

With true patriot feelings enniptiir*d we 
glow'd. 

To fee fmiling Ceres her vot'ries repiy ; 
And hail'd the beneficient hand that beftow'd, 

With ardour unknown lo the free-thinking 

g«y- 

Thus trod we through life, as to manhood 
we grew, 
Nor envy'd proud grandeur her glittering 
charn^sj 
If Laura was conftant, MeliCTa but true, 
Their fmllc waa Ml audience, a palace 
their arms* 



S O N d 10^. 
WflcUa hy Mr, Ifjivoft. 

H^wfMlH, tadfttlMW fair 1 



In ev'ry charm there liei a dart, 

In ev'ry glance a fnare. 
How they recal the youthful mind 

From ev*ry glorious aim. 
Fill the foft breaft wich racks and fears^ 

And blaft the buds of fame ! 

Bound in the fetters of the fair. 

In vain we ftrive to move ; 
In vain we form the great refolTe^ 

When all theYbul is love. 

Yet) O bright angel, fmlk Ml me^ 

Your beauties I adore ; 
No other blifs I aflc below ; 

Nor can the (k\et give mor<« 



SONG 1055. 

PACVtifM SONI nti. 
Written by Mr. NicHOLLti 

P'RIEND DtAtJMA, go hafte,leti goblet 

be made 
By thine hand^ gentle artif(, the beft of tiijr 

trade { 
Attend to the (hape, and 'twere beft if^efiie 
Refembled that cup poets feign in the fkiesi ^; 
With fuch I'll invoke my good gehitls to ftte. 
From ail that's oppreffive^ my Chloe and me* 

On the foot let the vine and It's dufters ajl* 

pear. 
Mount it lofty* and turn it u round at -a 

fphere ; 
Let the fiUef be {lure it the liqtlor I'd quaff*. 
Left my friend|> as they pleiige mc, ihould 

fay with a laugh. 
This goblet to mighty, and fculflture fo fair. 
Is no better than Sl^pffield or Birmingham 

ware. 

Let old Mofer, that etcelleaC prittte of hia 
tfibe, ^ 

Enchafe on nty goblet the fceiies I defcrike | 
Firft, let him mirk at right angles the ba«yj. 
And then let four circles encircle the whole ; 
On thefb let the heart-scaring hop aod the 

vine. 
In air/ aUiiiice enclofe the dlefign» 

In the firft fpAcioot round let the arttft pro- 
duce 

Old Falftaffi loud tailing for more poteaC 
juice J 

Let the prince of gpod fellows,, youi^g }Uifjp 
be there. .. = 

With the reft of tkofc C^Vvu ^W^VsM^^jj^ v«v\ 

cart *, 
Bring Q^\ckVf %iA \>o\\ u»\ ww^^N*^ ^'^ 
Ccene ^tqoVn 

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In the next let tht g«f wlvet of Wisdfor 

Where the knight in the baicet difcorers his 

fear, 
Or^ive (for 1117 Shakcfpe«r wich hioghtcr it 

ftor'd) 
Where his corpulent Ades feel the cud^l of 

Ford. 
Or let good Sir Hugh ind oM Cuvs engage ; 
Or poor lathy Sleodeiv with lovely Ann Page. 

Vow under the green oaken tree lay the wight, 
While fairies dance round hy ^e auoa*f 

filver light i 
Or, crefted like Heme, let the amoroot detr, 
In fearch of his hind» in th^ foreft a|ipear. 
Yes, mark in his face ail that lecherous fin 
Tve feen in the faces of Shuter and Q^in. 

Iq the lift give the fcene whert bright reafon 
again 
' Bids the prince fcorn the knight and his riot- 
ous train. 
A Aioral like this f would wifh to beftow } 
Such aAt of di^retlon to wtfdom we owe : 
Dear goddefs, who pever takes up tj^ abode 
Where the brute knows no bpundk, or the 
lot hu his load. 

AbftraAed from fuch fluU my gobfet go round, 
Till vacuum prates, with a fonorous found. 
From the lees of oiy cafk, that my Tiquor is 

out; 
Then my friends muil cxcufe till the next 

merry bout. 
My friends to enjoy*s the dcTight of my foul ] 
Then hafte ye, and thns falhion NicholU*s 

bowl. 



SONG 1056. 

To-sioaaow. 

Sung at Vauxnali. 

I Heed not, while life*i on the wing. 
What fate or what fortune may bring. 

Nor think or of care or of foirowi 
Would you. know why fo happy a^d gay ; 
Tyo li¥*d. my companions, to-day, 

And viir wtfte not a tbougbt on to-OMrrow. 

What pleafor^i already are flown. 

The jifys my fond h^art ought have kaowny 

i cottld not repeat without forrow} 
When eagerly hrimm*d the briik «irine, 
.When Jove, h^lf-coofenting, was mine, 

A woifper oun^ Aay (ill to-morrow. 

ni Ure, for Vm wifer at Ufl, 
' Tkt prcftdt ihall pay for the paf^, . 
Nomomeiic of future 1*11 borrow; 
The cheat now I fairly defcry { 
On to-day yt u mufi only rely, 
l#iik not for a friend In to^monrow. 

/ 7/ cUeb er*rf Artft-fl/iiif hoar, 
J'U iaAt Br'ryjoy in my powV» 
iimi'teUk jftf tt to fftiU mmy 



If loTO now bids beauty be kind, 
If you*ve iie^ar to gladden your mind. 
Have nothing to 4a with to-morrow. 



SONG 1057. 

Sung in Cysto*. 

{ Lsugfi, and I fing, 

i am blttbefome and fric^ 
The rogue*s little l^iog, 
Jt can never reach me : 
For with fal, la,U,la! 
And ha, ha, ha, ha t 
Jt can never reach me* . 

My (kin is fo rough. 

Or fo blinking is he. 

He can't pierce my buflT, 

Or he m!n*es poor roe. 
Fbr with fal, la, la, Ul 
And ha, ha, ha, hal 
He mifics poor me. 

O, never be dull. 
By the fad willow tree s 
Of mirth be brimful. 
And run over like me. 

For with fal, ta, la, ah! 

And ha, ha, ha, ba ! 

Run over like me. 



SONG 105!. 

^U! Chloris, could I now but fit 

As unconcern'd as when 
Your infant beauty could begeC 

No happine5 nor pain ! 
When 1 this dawning did admire. 

And prais'd the coming da), 
I little thought that riiing Are 

Would taife my reft aw«y. 

Your charms in harmlefs childhood Ity 

As metals m a mine } 
Age from no face taker more away 

Than youth concealM in thine : 
But as your clyarnis inienlibJy 

To their perfedion preft. 
So love, as unperceiv'd, did fly. 

And oenter'd in my brcaft. 

My paflion with your beauty grew. 

While Cupid, at my heart. 
Still as his mother favour'd you. 

Threw a new flaming dart : 
Each gloried in their wanton part^ 

To make a beaury« (he 
£mpbty*d the utmoft of her art § 

To make a iover, hi. 



S O .N G IQ59. 
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The tily; adr iht roTe lb fweet. 
So fair, fo fragrant« nor ic neat; 
Nought in crcatit n*s fo conpteat 
As h my lovely Nelly. 



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Know this, thou falfe Pbebe» Tvc tlt«r*d my 

mind, 
And will feek out another more conftant and 

kind. 
ThufimurmViogy I fled, at my fanqr^ difjpract, 
TiU brl^t Reafon o*ertuok mC| and flackei^d 

my pace. 



How happy wiU that mortal h^f 

His days will pafs from misery frtt^ 

Whom gracious Heaven ihall blefs with thee. 

My ever -blooming Nelly. 
Then, wRiIft thofc charms adorn your^face^ 
With e¥*ry bloomirtgy youthful grace, 
Rememhar, beauty never ftays. 

When old-age comeiy my Nelly. 
Then take a lover to your arms» 
Whom vigorous, youthful fpirit wprmsy 
Who*s worthy to puflTeft thofe diarms 

Which n^ adorn my Nelly. 

If fuch a fwain you e*er can find^ 
PolIefsM of fuch a form and mind. 
He is by Heaven itfelf dcfign^d 

To blefs my charming Nelly. 
Tha^ (earch was vain vou foon would prove; 
For ^ould you thro* the whoie world rove> 
You*d find none worthy of the love 

Of charming, beauteous Nelly. , 



SONG 1060. 

Sasf in Qpisroit. 

Y OU f**® iBc I'ft week a young Unoet^ 

Shut up i«i a fine golden cage; 
_Yet how fad the pqojr thing was within it. 

Oh, how did it flutter and rage ! 
Then he mop'd and he pin*dy 
That his wings were confined, 

Till I open*d the door of bit den ; 
Then fo merry wa) he, 

' And ^eaufe he was free. 

He came to his cage back a^aia* 



S' O N G 1061. 
BtAKON A euBji roa jialovst; 

A PASTOtAt. 

" ■ WriUen by Mr. Nicnolls. 

f.HE fweet bloflfoms of May gaily iilver*d 

the grove. 
And whererev 1 turned 'twas mufic and love } 
When the maid of my bofom in converfe was fiern 
With the fmarteft young fliepherd that pipes 

on the green : 
So foon as thcfe tidings were told unto mcy 
I fnatch'd up my crook, and ran ever, the lee ; 
My lambkins 1 left to the care of my cur. 
For I car*d'for no creature on earth but for her. 

With the fpeed that th* bolt ftoaitke archer*s 

bow Bie$, 
fWith the^ fpeed tUt tfM Mam leturps w'ltk 

hit prtMe. 
i^»if^cMch mieJeumtt^inmf wty, 
40dth^nmc^9^mt4$liMmma*dViUy\ 



Pry*tbee hold,, filly (Wain, fald the heaven* 

horn fair; 
Yeur ra^e is unmanly, return to your cart* 
1 plainly perceive for the paflion*s confef&*d, . 
*Tis Je^loufy rifles your bofam'of reft. 
Can your Phebe be faithlefs ! remember, dull 

fwain, 
That your abfeiice to her*s the commencement 

of pain: 
Her lovers were many, rich, handfooc, and 

true; 
Yet ihe fc3rn*d ev'ry one for a cottage and you. 

*Tis Redfon commands, hence her ptecepts 

obey; 
Who*s govera*d by her, cannot eafily fhray ; 
Go, in hade feek your flocks ; for your rofe* 

bud. of youth 
Is juft as you*d have her, all virtue and truth. 
Her manners are charming, Tm proud to allow. 
And fmiling content fiu with, peace on ber 

brow: 
Hence nevef more think her inconfUnt in love, 
Who(e breaft is as pure as the brcafE ^a Jove* 

Quite convinc*d of my folly, and rid of my pain 
1 haden'd away to my pafhires again; 
Where, under the fycamorc boughis^ by th« 

brook. 
As recumbent I lean*d on the flemof mycrook; 
I faw thedearmaidtrippiogblitheo^er the plain 
With a pofcy received from the hand of the fwain. 
Straight I fied to my love, and (I own it with 

pride) 
Commended the gift, and the giver befide. 

Ye fwains, ne'er let jealoufy enter the breaft; 
The demod*s delight is to rob you of reft : 
*Tis heartlefs to tihink what the jealous muft 

knowj 
They feel all the ^angs of the wretched below ! . 
To 'fcape from this fury, be gentle and gay 
To the fair you efteem, and ftill give her her 

way : 
To pleaie her, the tendcreft methods ptsrfiic; 
And ftill' think ber kind, till you find ber un« 

true. . 



SONG lofii. 
Written by Mr. Mai let* 

p AR in the windings of a vak, 

Faft b^ a (h«Vx«i\fv\ 'w^tA^ 
Tbn Caf a t^ieax of V«i\>>v %xA vnna^ 

An WmV^^ QatCi%« %tAO^\ 

Tb«T«^«nn^ou%l.tnnA ««»»ft^^*^.. 



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Whofe only wifli on earth wai now 
To fee iier bleil, and die. 

The (oftttk blu(h that nature fpreadt 

Cave colour to her cheek ; 
Such orient colour fmiles thro* heav*n 

When May's fweet morningi break. 

Kur let the pride of great onet fcora 
- This charmer o( the 'p'.ajn. 5 
That fun which bidi»iheir diamond bUfe» 
To deck our lily deigns. 

Long had (he fir*d each youth with love^ 

£a^^ maidet) with defpair; 
And tho* by all a wonder own'd» 

Yet knew not ihe was fair. 

Till Edwin came, the pride of fwaint, 

A fool that knew no art, 
And from whofe eyes ferenely mild> 

Shone forth the feeling heairt. 

A iQutual ilame was quickly caught. 

Was quickly too reveaPd ; 
Fqr Qcither bofom lodged a wifii 

Which virtue keeps' coneeard. 

What happy hours of heartfelt blifs, 

Pid lo^e Qii both beftow ! 
But bUfa too mighty long to M^ 

Wher^ fortune proves a foe. 

Hi* fiftcr, who li!<e Envy form*dy 

Like her in mifchief joy'd, * 
To work them harm, with wicked (kill 

Each darker art employed. 

The father too, a fordid man. 

Who love oor pity knew, 
Was all unfeeling as the rock 

From wheace hh richer grew. 

Long had he feen their mutual fiame^ 

And feen it long unmovM j 
Then with a father's frown^ at M, 

He (lernly difapprov'd. 

In Edwin's gentle heart a war 

Of differing pa(i}ons ftrove) 
His heart which durft not difobey. 

Yet could not ceafe to love. 

Deny'd her fight, he oft behind 
The fpieaJing hawthorn crept. 

To fniteh a glance, to mark the fpQt 
Where Emma walk'd and wept. 

Oft too in Stanemore's wintry wafte. 

Beneath the moonlight Ihade, 
la fighs to pour his foften'd foul, 

T!ie midnight mourner ftray'd. 

His cheeks, where love with beauty glow*d| 

A dradly pale o'ercafl: j 
So fades the fie/h rofe in it's prime, 

Before the northern blaH. 

The parents now, with late remorfe. 
Hung o rr h'19 dying bed. 
And wcMry'J heaven with fruitleft pray^rtf 
Aad fruitlcfs forrows &td» 

'Th pjd, he cry'd; but, if your fo»U 
^^tct mercy y^t cska attvt^ '^ 



Let thffe dim eyet oscenore bcii«M 
What they mail ever love. 

She came ; his cold hand foftly touch V^ 
And bath'd with many a tear; 

Faft filling o'er the prinifofe pals 
So morning dews appear. 

But oh !' his (ifter*s jealous care 

(A cruelfifter (he!) 
Furtade what Emma came to fay-^ 

My Edwin, live for me. 

Now homeward at (he hopelt^fa west. 

The church -yard path along. 
The blafl blew cold, the dark owl fcrcam*4 

Her lover's fun'ral fong. • 

Amid the falling gloom of night. 

Her ftartling fancy found 
In ev'ry bofhhit heveripg (hade. 

His groan' in every found. 

Alone, appalPdy thos had (he ptfa*d 

The viftonary vale, 
When lo! the death-bell fmott h^ tar^ 

Sad founding \n the gale. 

' Juft then (he reach'd, with tremhlin| ftept| 

Her aged mother's door ; 
He's gone, Ae cry'd, apd \ (hall fe$ 

That angel face no more. 

I feel, I feel this breaking heart 

Beat high againft my fide ! 
From her white arm down funk her head; 

She (hivcr'd, figh*d, and died. 



SONG io6|. 

Sang at Vauimall* 

^ H ! why (houid love, with tyrant fway| 

Opprefs each youthful heart j 
Muft all his rigid laws obey. 
And feel hia pointed dart 1 

On reafon's aid in vain we call. 

To break the flav)(h chain; 
The potent god difdains it all. 

And triumphs in our pain. 



SONG 1064. - 

Sung in Cymon* 

] F yoQ make it your plan. 
To love but one man. 

By one you are furely betrayM; 
Shoo'd be prove untrue. 
Oh \ what can you do ? 

Alas! you muft di^ an old maid. 

And you too muft die an ol4 maU. 

Wou'd yott oe^er take a fap, 
But o\i\. q( <ktk« i>ai^« 

If down vt ftiou*^ XA^, 
Ot lYiTo' ^ouT Yv%tvd% ^v^, 

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pilate to hit, 
.tife but one bit, 

that dainty tii-.iit (hould oolko^p*. 
c(ilt(% you lie, 
•fhimper and cry, 
^0 without fuppef to deep* 

r fhepberdi have chof:: 
rings to their bows, 
I one for each female fuffice f 
rwo, three or four, 
ie take a fpore, 
then you*M be merry and wife. 



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1065. 



THE «&»• 

Written by Mr. Nicholls. 

Phillidel, that bufy bee, 
w* fwift flic feuds from tree ta tree* 
cifs the fwe teil flow'r ! 
ill the day (he loves to roam, 

(he feeks her ruilick home, 

hives a precious ftore. 

[ hoary winter binds the greeny 
not a bud or bloflom's (ttt\ 
:empt her vagrant N^'ing ; 
ited with her prudent ftore 
k'clls, nor fccics the meadows more 
Flura gives the fpring. 

the drone ; in funny h.xunts 
b (upplies his prcfenc wants, 
nindful of the hour 
black December's chillin; air 
nock his timely want of care, 
[ duo^b each vital p)w'r. 

> the youth, who thoughlffs throws 

what Prondence bcftow*, 

1 fccU the band of need; 

: thofe who carefully increafe, 

tike the bci^ in winter peace^ 

1 plejifurcj fair fjjcccd. 

SONG 1066. 

£ alafs in her bloom, at the age of oine- 

:en, 

c*ef fo di(trrf»*d as of late I have been ; 

V not, 1 V iw, any harm I have dt»ne, 

ly mother tft tells me iheUI have me t 

un« 

yoo think It a pitY> a girl fach as f 
i be fentenc'd to pray| and to M, and to 

ways h (Jeropt Vrn not like to be won» 
iy heart loves a frolic too well for anon. 

ir the men flatter, and promtfc «nd f«rear| 
•wfsnd timei better to me, 1 dcdart) 
:eep myfelf chaHe, nor bf wilet bt ua- 

ff</e$, Vm too h^df0x9e, J tbiak, fof 



Not to loVe, nor be IcVd, oh! I never can bear^ 
Nor yield to bs feot to— one cannot tell whcte^ 
To liv: or to di.*, in this cafe, were all onef 
Nay, I fooner would die than be reckonM aouiu 

Perhaps^ but to teize me ihe threatens me fo, 
I'm fure were (he me, (be would ftoutly fay, No$ 
But if lhe*s in eatneft, I from her will run. 
And be marry 'd in fpite, that I mayn*tbe a na^« 



SONG 1067. 
"^HKN firft 1 faw the graceful maid* 

Ah! me, whtt mesnt my throbbing breaft| 
Say, (ore confuAon, art thou love! 

if love thou art, then farewel reft. 

With gentle fmiles alTwagf the pain 
Thofe gentle fmiles did firft create | 

And though yoo may not love again^ 
in pity^ ah ! forbear to hate. 



SONG ic68. 

WINTia; AN ODE. 

Written by Mr. Nicholla. 
^ O W doth bleak quarter rudely blow. 
And clad in fable, frihg*d with fnow^ 

Hoary-headed winter's comet 
To pluck the rufes fiom the cheeky 
To chap the (kin before fo (leek) 

EvVy pliant joint to numb. 

Now round the embers goffipt dam» 

The thaicher blithe, in well-thatch *d bara» 

Whifties to his flying flail j 
Whilft Robin Red-breaft, perch'd on higb^ - 
Shelur'd from the frowning (ky. 

Sweetly blends his merry tale. 

Now (ku Iking under hedges lov. 

With nofe and knuckles tipp*d with blue^ 

Lazy Dicken feeks his cows ) 
Whimpering for his aching tees. 
Blowing fingers almuft froxe, 

Wi(hing mod with Doll to hobfie^ 

Whilft the alert and adiive fwainy 
£xerci(iog every vein, 

Skim> the (lide with open breaft^ 
His favVite lafs, from brake below, 
Refcends the ball of filver fnowj 

Jeering him (he loves the beft. 

And now beneath the houfe-leek*d thatc^ 
Hard togging at her froi en latch. 

Goody Goflip fliiv*ring ftands; 
As o*er the ftile briik Colin comes. 
She hails the fwajn with toothlefs gumif 

Begging him to lend his bands. 

Now in yonder clay-thatcb*d cell* 
Lift*ning to the difmal knell. 

Poverty her head reclines \ 

To itat Vitt Conn fibtt VLnQ«% t»x V»>h« \ 



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Where you find a fcene of woe^ 
Soon a bounteous aid impart, 
Re-animate the drooping heart; 

"TU more than** mortal to heftow. 

Do thif, ar»d peace (hall fore fuccecd^ 
Jtefle^on ihaii approve the deed j 

Yoi)*!! ne*er mifs the kind fupply. 
. How can the fordid wretch conceive^ 
Heaven wi'l e'er his wants relieve 
Who can let his fellow d!e. 



SONG 1069. 

iWXBT CAROLS OF LOTl, 
Sung atVAUZHALL. 

^ O W fumraer approachei dull winter recedes, 

Primrofei and vi'leta adorn ev*ry hill. 
The lads and the laflefttrip o*erthe freen meads. 

Or fit by meanders flaw-murmuring rill. 
While the upland, the lowland, the woodland, 

the grove. 
And valley, re-echo— fweet carols of love. 

While Colin with Phtllis repair to the bow*r. 
To exchange a fweet kifs or plight a fond vow. 

Gay Floriroel gathers each- odorous flowV, 
To deck with a chapltt licf Twain's youthfal 



Fair Daphne at morn bids adieo to her cot, 
And feekf the cool grot or fecluded alcove 5 

Her Damon (bt greets at the critical fpot{ 
Hit heart leaps for joy at the fight of his love. 

When Phorbas forfaket thia low region of cby, 
And finks in foftraphire on Thetia* fair breaft. 

For the wearifome labour nf ri^ornns day 
Balmy fieep baa an adequate portion of reft. 



SONG lo-o. 

T • THE N I C H T I N C A r », 

Written by Mr. NiciioLLi. 

S A y, PhilomeU, fweet bi:d fay, 
#hy *tis you Aiun the folar ray f 
Has the pale emprefs of the night 
Such a rare ftore of calm deii^ht. 
That yen from melody refrain 
Tiil /he leads up her ftarry train : 
Tlien to her filler beams yoli fing 
The fwceteft cadence of the fpring. 

Ah ! h>vely warbler, quit the Ihade 
For ^etoiive melanehnly made * 
)Come whf HI the meads are frefk and gay, 
iFrom liA'njng morn till ficnng day. 
And with thy moft melodious ftrains, 
-Make light the labonr of the fwainsj 
So may the (ham, that*! in thy neft* 
Ne'er fAokJe ia thy tender Vreaft I 

^hea the 4tUI Aades of mght ar« fled, 
^nd Ph^tbut Aews fija radiant head* 
■Am^/dit^ thg Aveetf of op'oiftfi fiow*ri» 
Fr(^mhilU, from r^i^-yjtQm woo4» and Vow' 



All but the mnping owl, and theiH 
Climb the vaA building, and the trea^ 
Stretch wide their throats, and warble fsNCt, 
To hail the genial ^od of heat. 

Conne * witb the gaycif choir unite. 
And grret with them the feurce of lightl 
For when thou firft efTayM thy wing. 
He led thee forth to co'>1ing fpriflf . 
Ma:ur*d the worm thou lov^ftfo well, 
And fpreadthe blrffoms round thy cell; 
Made thick the (haoes, you haont la fat, 
To /hun the fultry beams of noDo. 

Come, ifid with thy varied fang 
Make glad my heart the whulc day long* 
O come ! and, of the ruftick throng. 
Should one effay co da rhae wrong, 
May he ne*er know that peace of mind 
The fons of tendemefs can lind : 
May fairy elves/ and dapper iprights. 
Make fad his aoon-day and hit nightf* 

Thus fings a fwaio who fcorni the throng! 
Who*d do nor neft, nor neftlings wrong | 
Whofe win would never do offence 
To helplefs, artlefs innocence ^ 
But woald with all his might divatt 
The hand aplift to do thee hurt. 
Then quickly to my vale defcend. 
And entertain me as your friend ! 



SONG 1071. 

FLORISBL. 

Sang at Vauxha&i.. 

y^HT.H larks forfake the flowery pfiln. 

And love*s fwert numbert fweU ; 
My voice Aiall join their morning ftrahtt 
In praifeof Florisel. 

Where woodbines twiff their fragrant Aadc^ 

And noontide beams repel; 
V\[ reft me on the tufted mead^ 

And fing of Floriael. 

Whp.n moon-beams danee amonfr the besghs^ 

That lodge fweet Philomel, 
ril pQur with her my tuneful vows. 

And fing of Flariiel. 

Were mine, ye great, yonr envy'd laCf 

In gilded courts to dwell; 
V4 lea%e them for a Itrtiely cot» 

With love and Floriael. 



SONG 107ft. 
WHtean V Mr. Hamilton. 



A HI the fliepherd's A'tarttfiil 1 
When doomM to toTff, .md 1 



fktc! 

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i6tr glance« the redd'oing cheeky 
pread with riftng bluihes, 
'and varimu way* they fptak 
(Mt/and various wiihei. 

! that form-ib heavenly fiir, 

e languid eyet fo fwcetly fmiling 1 

ticfs bittih, and modeft air» 

tfuliy begyiling ! 

try look, and every grace 

hardii whene'er I vie^r rbee» 

ith o'er cake me in the chace 

will ay hof es purfue thoe i 

rhen my tedious hours are paft 

lis l^ik buffing given, 

thy feet to breath my laft, 

die im fight of heaven. 



SONG 1073, 

IE TOV WJIL KOT LIAVS MX. 

Sung at Vauxkall. 

B S firft you woo*d me to complyy 
nd taught my heart to flutter, 
id you ne*er woii*d from mt fly, 
lain ai toogne could utter; 
ou*d be ev'ry thing that's dear, 
oy you'd not bereave me; 
to bopey and nought to fev» 
11 fure yon will not leave me. 

fb wickedly inclin'd^ 
ght abiifc the leifure j 
r who wouM be fond and kindf 
think attendance pleafure : 

honour will be true, 
never once deceive ye 2 

1 j oft to plighted love Til do, 

a fure yon will not leave me. ' 

ly the word yon will not go, 

cruel let me find ye, 

'ou all rifle and toil 1*11 knowy 

cannot ftay behind ye. 

:f't on Tweed's or Thanci* ftnooth idc, 

r abfrnce fure would grieve me j 

t a pain it it to chide ! 

, fure you will not leave mc. 



SONG 



1074. 



XA|I«T WALL. 

Written by Mr. GirPAin. 

Sung at Vaoxbali.* 

>TE, heavenly nine, ye mufiit hafte, 
it doating Strcphoo*s call, 
lefs him wiih yoor fwecteft tate, 
ing of Nancy Wall t 
n her fanltlefs form yon*)! find 
flfmeleCl graces ally 
eater beauties deck th^ mind 
9vtJjr Nape/ Wali. 

fgMidf 4o99 Ae movt 



And all ia gvMe, and all U* love 

In Uooming Nancy Wall. 
Sublimely fweet, whene'er file fingi^ 

The (Melting accenu fall ) 
And lift'ning Cupid& clap their- wingfl. 

Applauding Nancy Wall. 

A foul To bright, a form fo fair. 

For adoration call ; 
And reafon bids us worfiiip tbere^ 

And points to Nancy Wall t 
Whilft thus divine, my fears how great! 

My hope how very I'mail ! 
U he alone is bleft by fate^ 

Who meriu Nancy Wail. 



SONG 



1075, 



AMACBIOKTIC. 

Written by Mr. Mavos* 

^ HI L E f figh'd with idlecaffw 

For a jilting, cruel fair, 
Thracia's god forbade to pine^ 
And prefcribM his rofy wine.'' 

Quick tormenting Cupid fiewy 
And to love 1 bade adieu : 
Bacchnt came with jolly face. 
And fupply'd his vacant place. 

Ev'ry joy on earth wai mine. 
Social friendsy and miith and 
Then 1 fwore by Stygian Tove, 
Ne'er to 'taile the cares orlove. 

But how frail the tow that diet 
At a glance of beauty *! eyes I 
Chloe taught me wine was vaioy 
And 1 tuni'd to love again. 



9 O N O lOTfi. 

pOLTTICIANS may prate 
On affairs of the ftate» 
And wrangle and make a great ront:- 

Bttt our voices we'll join. 

In the praife of good wine. 
So my friends pufii the bottle about. 

*Tit this makes at boM, 

And vill keep out the cold. 
Such virtues in daret combine I 

While the dwtk it in viewy 

Our joys are ftill new. 
And our cares are ill drown'd in good wine*. 

That fellow's an afs. 

Who would fneak from his glafty 
For fome ihfolent Chloe to whine ^ 

Let htm come no more* here. 

For by Bacchus I fwesJr^ 
He'a n^iv^ttlh^ x,« Ulut o& «wc vi\sdt. 

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WEkh the deities drink when they dine; 

Let none'heoce deceive ye^ 

For if you'll believe me. 
Their nc£Ur*t no mure than good wine. 

Thofe heroes fo ftout. 

Who our enemies rout, 
Aad to glory fo much do incline ; 

Was the flaik out of fight. 

They no longer could fight. 
So the praife is all due to good w!ne. 

The poet, whofe wit 

Each humour can hit. 
Who with rapture makes flow ev*ry line ; 

What tho' he may chufe 

Other names for his inufe, 
Yet the nadivpf the mufe is good wine. 

The prieft fo devout, .^ 

His text to help out. 
Seeks relief in hit cardinal fine) 

After uking a fup 

From a fun-flowmg cup. 
Cries, TheivH nothing on earth like good wioe. 

To fum up my fong. 

That you mayn*t think it long, 
Tho* the fubjedt, you'll own, is divine) 

From the oaft to the weft. 

By all folks *tis confeft. 
That there's nothiag can equal good wine. 



SONG 1077. 

THE SKAKS OF TAKROW. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

"pHF. fun juft glancing thro* the trees 

Gave light and joy to ilka grove. 
And pleafure in each fouthem breefte. 

Awakened hope and flumb'ring love. 
When Jenny fung with hearty glee 

To charpi her winfome marrow, 
My bonny ladiie gang with me, 

Wc*ll o*er the braes of Yarrow. 

Young Sandy was the bihheft fwain. 
That everfipM on broomjr brae: 

No lafs cott*d ken him f*-ee fra pain. 
So graceful, kind, fo fair and gay* 
And Jenny fung, Sec, 

He kifsM and lov*d the bonny maid. 
Her fparkling een had won hii heart j 

Ko lafs the youth had e*er bctray*d, 
No fears had (he, the lad no art. 
And ftill (he fung, ftc. 



SONG 107s. 
Writtta by the Rev. Dr. Di la Cove. 

Occafione4i by feeing a Lady lo aa oppofite 
Window. 



Fair as tfie pu rple- bio (hi ng Moors, 
Thai paint the morning eye; 

Or cheek of evening after- tftow'rs. 
That flu(h the wc?:ern (ky. 

I fend a figh with ev'rv glance. 

And drop a fofter tear; 
Hard fare, no farther to advanpe. 

And yet to be fo n-ar: 
So Mofes, from fair Pyfga's iieighc, 

The land of Canaan cy*d) 
Surveyed the region of delight. 

He faw, cane down, uid dyM. 



'^fflLS T on forbidden fruit 1 1 
And look my heart away; 
M^bold my /lar of Venus blase, 
And XiVo upOA it% 4a) i ■ 



SONG 1079. 

JtMMT DAWtON. 

Written by Mr. SnaNSToifB. 

^ O M£ liften to my mournful tale. 
Ye tender hearu and lovers dear) 
Nor will ypu fcom to heave a figh. 
Nor need you blu(h to (hfd a tear. 

And thou, dear Kitty, pe'-lefs maid^ 
Do (hoo a penfive ear i«M<ine) 

For thou can(t weep at every woe | 
And pity every ptaint— bat mine. 

Toung Dawfon was a gallant boy, 
A brighter never trod the plain) 

And well he lov*d ont charming naid. 
And dearly was he lov*d again. 

One tender maid, (he lov*d htm deaf. 
Of gentle blood the damfel came; 

And fauttlefs was her beauteous form. 
And fpotlefs was her virgin fame. 

But CHofe on p^rry*s hauful ftrife. 

That led the fayturM youth a(hraj I 
The day the rebel clans appear'dj 
O, had he never feen that day ! 

Their colours and their fa(h he wore. 
And in the facal dreis was found ) 

And now he moft that death endure. 
Which gives the brave the keeneft wound 

How pale was then his true-love*! cheek 
When Jemmy *s feotence reach*d her ear ! 

For never yet did Alpine fnows 
So pale, or yet fo chill appear. 

With faultVing voice, Ac weeping faid. 
Oh, Dawfon, monarch of my heart) 

Think not thy death (hall end our lores, 
For thou and I will never part. 

Vet might fweet mercy find a place. 
And bring relief to Jemmy*s woes; 

O George, without a prayV for tbee. 
My oraifons (hoold never dofe. 

The gracious prince that gave him Kfe, 

Would crown a^ever-dyrng (fame ) 
Ktv^ «>i't^ u.tvdeT babe I bore 



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wiiit one conftant friend 
the cruel' ft>e*8 dtcree. 

mourning-coach was caU'd, 
e mov*d Htwlj on before i 
in a criomphal cv> 
lot lov'd her fa? *rice more. 

I him, preparM to view 
hie behefta of law ; 
I f(«ne of Teininy*« woe, 
n and ftedfaft eye flie Taw. 

as that blooming face, 
e had fondly lov'd fo long ; 
wras that tuneful breath, 
her praife had fweetly fung } 

was that beauteous necky 
hich her arms had fondly cIosMj 
id was that beauteous breaft, 
1 her love-lick head repoi*d : 

d was that conftant he«rt| 
J ev'ry heart prefer ; 
It could it's king forget* 
It and loyal ftill to her. 

: unrelenting flames 
this condant heart to fee | 
twas mouIder*d into duft, 
, ihe cry*d, I follow thee* 

my death alone can (hew 
e, the lafting love I bore ; 
heaven ! of woes like ours, 
■s, let 1st weep ao moi«« 

I fcene was o*er and pafi*, 
ir*s mournful bcarfe retired } 
Irew back her languid head, 
tag forth hit name, exp1r*d. 

e ever muft prevail, 
• my Kitty (beds is due; 
Aall iie hear a tale 
To tender, yet fo true* 



SONG loSo* 

THX LANDSCAPX* 

itten by Mr. SaiNtTONi* 

eas^d within my native bowert 
lile I paft'd the day ! 
Mne (o decked with flowers f 
rtx ^wers fo gay f 

tly fmird the hill, the vale, 
the landfcape round ! 
gliding down the dale, 
kwlth beecket crown*d ! 

when urg*d bf tender wott 

»meetmydear, 

and ibvam my z€Mi pppoft^ 

ck my fond CMntr* 

laee Dsphnif. trae agv CbtOWi 
tMebvmlimi 



Theirnrdaatlilll, and filverftftUH, 
Divide my lovt and me.' 



SONG 1081. 

TNI KNIORT AND SHSmXKD*! DAV6N« 
Ttli; AN OLD lALLAD. 

y HE R E was a (hepherd*t davglittr 

Came tripping on the wayj 
And there by chance a itaight ibe met. 
Which caofed htr to ftay. 

Good morrow to you, beauteout nund, 

Thefe wordt pronoonced he t 
O I ihall die this day, he faid, 

Jf Tve not my will of thee* 

The Lord forbid, the maid reply*d. 

That you fliould wax fo wodcl 
But for all that ike could do or ftf. 

He would not be withftood* 

Stth you have had your will of me. 

And put me to open ikame; 
Now, if you area eoorteout knighCp 

Tell me what is your name? 

Some do call me Jack, fwect-haart. 

And fomc do call me Jill | 
But when I come to the king*t fair court 

They call me Wilful Will. 

He fet his foot into the ftirnip» 

And away then he did ride ) 
She tuckt her girdle about her middle. 

And ran cioie by hit fida* 

But when ike cama to the broad water. 

She fet her kraaft and fwam $ 
And when die wu got out again. 

She took to her heels and ran* 

He never wu the ceorteoua kaigkt. 
To fay. Fair maid, will y* rida ? 

And ihe was ever too loving a ma!d, 
Ta fay. Sir Knight abide. . 

Whan ike came to tkc king*t fair court, 

Ske knocked at the ring i 
So ready was the king himielf 

To let this fair maid in. 

Now Chrift you iaf e, my gracioot liegt. 

Now Okfift you fare and fee, 
You have a knigkt within your coorc * 

Thii day bath robbed ma* 

What hath he robbed thae of, fwcet^htart f 

Of porple or of pall ? ^ 

Or hath he took thy gay gold-riiif 

From oflf thy fioget fmall f 

He Kath n6t robbed me, my liege, 
' Of purple nor of pall t 
Bat ha hath^got my nuidenhead^ 
Which imvtt i&« Ntf^tfii ^l ii&^ 

Now \f \hc ^ a VhxaYmS^^ 

Hia hoAi VV\ Vk^ %» tVMt^ 
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Ht called .4oirn hii merry nun aUt 

By on«, by tw», hy threes 
Sir Wi-lhm ufeH tote the firft, 

Bat RC«r the Uft came be. 
He brought her down fuU forty poondy 

Ti'i up within a fl'>ve : 
fair ; -.Y!d, Til give th? fame to thetj 

Go, fctk thcr another lore. 

O A . : J>'t non; of \our gold, (he faid» 
Nor ril hkve none ^Tyour teej 

But yovr fair beoy 1 mutt have 
The king hath granted me. 

Sir William lan and fetched her then 
Five hund'eiJ pounds in gold, 

Saying* Fairmaid* take this to thee^ 
Thy fiuli will ac*er Ht told. 

Tis not thy gold that (ball me tempt, 
Thefe words then anf^vered (he, 

But your own boJy i muit hA%e, 
The king hath gran led m«. 

WoulJ I had drank the water clear, 

When I did drink the wine, 
Katherthan tny ihcpherda br^C 

Stiouid be a lady oi reinc \ 

Would I had drank the puddle foulj 

When r did dnuk the ale, 
Rather rhan ever a (kepheid's brat 

Should tell me fuch a tale ! 

A fhfpherd*s brat even a> I was, 

Vou might have let me be, 
|J aevtr hai c >mc to ihe king's faircoart. 
To crave any love or :hec 

He fet heron a milk-white (leed. 

And himfelf upon a grey ^ 
He hung a bugle about hianock, 

And fo they roie away. 

But when they came unto the place, 
Where mirriage rites were done. 

She proved herfelf a dbke*8 daughter* 
And he but a fquire*s fon. 

Now 'n^iry m^, or not, Sir Knight, 

Your p'ralutc (hill be frer ; 
If you make me lady of one good town, 

1*11 :Aake you lord of three. 

Ah ! curfe.i be the gold, he faid. 

If thuu hadft noc been true, 
J fliould have forf^tken my fweet love, 

And havt changed her for a new. 

And nov their hearts being linked fail. 

They joined iiand ia bann : 
Thus ith*i both purfe, and perfon too. 

And all at hit commaiid. 



SONG io8s. 

JPL Y are to thi winds, thus 1 Uow thte vmvj , 
J 'J J drown thte in wine if thou dar ft Vieit 
to Ady. 

With bum pert of claret my fpirita n\ taife, 
i *i/ Isygh Mndrn 6tg til the reft off my 4a)% 



God Bacchos this moment adopts me hif fss 
And infpir'd, ny breaft giows wim tranipMti 

unknown. 
The fparklinft liquor new vigour fuvplies. 
And makes the nymph kind who before vn 

too wife. 

Then dull fober mortals be happy as me, 
rw-i bottles of claret will make us ag-<-e. 
Will open your eyes to fre Fhillif's chirmt, 
And her coynefs »a(h i down, fh**!i £> toycir 
arm. 



SONG 10S3. 

A RISE, arife, great dead, for arms renewn*^} 
Rife from your urns, and fave yow dyii| 
ftoryt 
Vour deeds will be in dark oblivioa drowii*^ 
For mighty William feises all yo«r glory. 

Again the Briciih trumpet founds. 

Again Britannia bleeds j 
To glorious death, or comely woundif 

Her gOiilike monarch leads. 

Pay uf, kind fate, the debt you owc^ 
Celeftial mindt from clay untit| 

Let coward fpirits dwell below. 
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SONG XC84. 

Writtan by Mattrsw Pa lot. 

Y E S, faircft proof of beauty^s power. 

Dear idol of my panting heart ^ 
Na'ure points this my fiital hoori 
And 1 have iiv*d , and we mud part* 

While now I take my laft adieu. 
Heave thou no figh, nor (bed a tear} 

Left yet my half-clos*d eye may view 
On earth an objed worth St*a care* 

From jealoufy'c tormenting ftrife 

For ever be thy bofom ^ed ; 
That noihing may difturb thy lifcy 

Content I haften to the dead. 

Yet when fome better-fated youth 

Shall with his amorous parley movt thcCf 

ReAeA one moment on his troth 
Who dying thus perfifts to love tlice« 



SONG 1085, 

Written by MATTutw Pnion* 

[ ] N vain you tell yonr partiAg lover 
' You wi(h fair winds may waft kUh wren 
Alai ! what winds can happy provt. 
That bear me far from what 1 lotg? 
Alas ! what dangers on the roalo 

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• thrown aiain upon the coaft 
re firft my &ipwreck'd h««rt was loft> 
f once more repeat my paioy 
more in dying notes compitin 
ighud v«wl and cold dlfdain. 



SONG 1086. 

THK CAUTION. 

ILIRA*8 charms poor Damon took; 

How eager he for billing \ 

a, lo ! the Nymph tl^e fwtln forfook» 

» (htw her pow'r of killing : 

ther eye flic (hcath*d a dart j 

; felt it, never djubt him 1 

•oks 1 a man were through the heart, 

e he couM look abmc him. 

nark the end, witd fcythe fo fliarp 
me o*er the forehead ftnick her, 
all her charms began to warp j 
ten flie was in a pucker : 
iien began to rave and cnrfe, 
:r time ^e pafsM no better ; 
lill had hopes, ere bad grew worfe, 
me comely fwain might get her* 

n, cv'ry lad fte metts, 

>w makes an am'roua trial ; 

:ach with fcorn her warmnefs treats $ 

ch frowrm in cold denial. 

ettes, take warning ; chasga your toae, 

lis woeful cale remember : 

bedfellow you (light in June, 

ni'tt wlfh fdi in Decembers 



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S O N O 1087. 

Written by Mrs. BAatAUtv. 

ME here, fond yoath, whoever tbo« be 

That boafti to love as well at me, 

if tHy breaft have felt fo wide a wound, 

>mt hither and thy flame approve} 

1 teach thee what it it to love, 

by what marks true paffion may be found. 

is to be all bath*d in tears, 

> live upon a Imile for years, 

ic whole ages at a beauty's feet^ 

I kneel, to bmgutA, and implore, ' 

id ftill tho* fte difdain, adore; 

odo all thie,and think thy fufPringt fweet. 

ia to pse upon her eyes 

itb eagv joy and fond furprise, 

tC0per*d with foch chafte and awful fear 

I wrttthoa feel who watt their doom ; 

>r mail o«e rider thought prefoma, 

' bat in whtfpers breath *d, to meet her ear. 

is Co hope, tho* hope were loft, 

10* heaven and onrth thy paAon erofi; 

' Ae were bi^t m§ tainted oveem abore, 

fd thaw tkt hait Mod aet acft fwaift 

■f Mdt hii Hctk upon th€ plain, 

thpu dsr'M Mot hope, thorn doll not lo?e. 



It is to ^oe«ch thy joy In (Mit, 

To nurfe flrange doubts and gfonndlrfs ftarif 
If pangs of jealottfy thou haft not prov*4i 

Tho* flie were fonder and more tr«# 

Than any nymph old poets drew, 
O never dream agaiA that then haft l9v*4« 

If when the darling maid is gone. 

Thou doft not feek to be alone, 
Wrapt In a piealing trance of tender woC| 

And mufe, aiid fold thy languid aftti. 

Feeding Chy fancy on her charms, 
Thou doft not love, for love is no«riA*4 Ab 

If any hopes thy bofom fliJtre, 

But thofe which love has planted thcM» 
Or any cares but his thy breaft enthrall, 

Thau never yet his power haft knows | 

Love (its on a defpotic throne, 
And reigns a tyrant, if he reigns at alt* 

Now if thou art fo loft a thing. 
Here all thr tender for rows bring. 

And prove wbofe patience longeft can endort | 
WeMl ftrive whofe faAcy (hall be loft 
In dreams of fondeft paftioA iQaft | 

For if thou tbuihaft lovM, oh I ncVe^hcfi i 
cure* 



SONG 108S. 

Song at VaoxkalI* 

J Like the man whofe (oaring foul 

Is genVous and refio'd, 
Whofe paAions aA beneath controvl^ 

With love and honour join'd. 
The oak, by woodbines on the ptafaip 

Encompaft'd and carefs'd. 
Is not more fteadfaft in it*s reign. 

Nor is m«;re fwectly dreft*d* 

The frothy ions of vice and ihowp 

Like (hadows, and like noife, 
Have nothing in thtmfelves, we 

That fober fenfe enjoys j 
But pure and conftantlovaemiian« 

And feafts both ear and fight. 
While ev'ry thing that virtue fiurt 

Can give no true delight. 



S O ^ O 2089. 

Writieir by Mr«w Ba^IAVlo* 

J F ever thon di^ft joy to hind 

Two hearts in equal paffion joindy 
O fon of Venus! hear me now. 
And bid Floiella blelb my fo^« 

If any blifs referv^d for mn 
Thou in the leaves of fate ftionld*ft tm. 
If any white propitioat honr. 
Pregnant with haarded joys in ftoit^ 

Now, noil t\ve tTv\|^V| \t^%l«^ v*^% 
In hex for NiYvotii Am^* \ V«%\ 
In ftet\\n% \ttie ^ %^^*Vw^% 
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In til the pride of fbll-Uowii charms 
Yi«M her» relcatinc* to my trms ) 
Her boCom touch with (oft defiret» 
And let her ftel whet ike lAfpirei. 

Bot, ,Capid» if chine aid be Tain 

The dear rekiAant maid to gaioy 

If ftill with cold averted eyei 

She dafli mj hopeii and fcorn my fighi | 

O grant (*tii all I aft of thee) 
That I no more may change tnan ihet 
But ftill with doteout teal lore on^ 
When ev*ry gleam of hope ii gone* 

Leave me then alone to languidly 
Think not time can heal my anguiiht 
Pity the woes which I endure* 
But ncTer, never grant a cure. 



SONG 1090. 

3 £B> the god of day appearing^ 

Gilds yon eaftern axure ikies t 
See» the flowers their heads are rearing^ 
And from drowsy ilumbers rife« 

But in hopelefs love*s no dawning 
Of contentment's peaceful light : 

Vain t*exped the chearful mornings 
All is one continued night* 



SONG 1091. 

THI SAItLY HOait* 

Sung at SAD£ta*s Wxlli* 

'^ITH early horn falute the mom 
y,. That gilds this charming> place ) 
'th chearful cries bid echo rife. 
And join the jovial chace. 
The vooal hills around. 
The waving vreodt, 
The chryftal Roods, 
All, all return th'eiiliv*ning fooad. 



S O N Q tOQft. 

Sung at Vavxmall. 

YB fait, who flune thro* Britain*! iilCf 

And triumph o'er the h^art} 
Be once attentive for a while 

To what 1 now impart* 
Would ymi obtain the youth yon bve. 
The precepts of a ^lend approve,^ 

Aad Icam the way to keep him. 

Asfoon MS ffsktiiTc had decreed 
The bloom of ei^ecp years* 
And likbel horn fqk^ol if frgcd, 
Tb€n h€BUty*s forC9 appears •. 



The youthful blood begiai to fiaw | 
She hopes for man, and longs to knosr 
The fureft way to keep him. 

When firft the pleafing pain is felt 

Within the lover's breafl i 
And you by ibange perfuadoa melt. 

Each wiihing to be blei^: 
Be not too bold, nor yet too coy. 
With prudence lure the happy boy. 

And that's the way to keep hun. 

At court, at ball, at park, or play, 

AiTume a modeft pride j 
Andy left your tongue your mind betrayt 

In fewer words confide : 
The maid, who thinks to gain a mate 
By giddy chat, will find, too Ute, 

That's not the way to keep him. 

In drefling ne'er the hours kill. 

That bane to all the fex $ 
Nor let the arts of dear fpadilie 

Your innocence perplex ; 
Be always decent as a bride } 
By virtuous rules your reafoo guide { 

For that's the way to keep him* 

But when the miptial knot is fjA^ 
And both it's bleffings ihare. 

To make thofe joys for ever laft^ 
0£ jealoufy beware; 

His love with kind compliance nuett 

Let conftancy thr work complete. 
And you'll be Oire to keep him. 



SONG 1093. 

A HUNTING CANTATA* 

Sung at Vauxrall. 

RXCITATIVB« 

pj A RK, the horn calls away; 

Come the grave, come the gty ; 
Wake to mufic that wakens the ikies. 
Quit the bondj^ of iloth, and arife. 

Alt. 

From the Baft brealu the mom. 
See the fun-beams adorn 
The wild heath* and the mottptatnjifo ktgh| 
Shrilly opes the ftaunch hound. 
The ileed neighs to the found. 
And the floods and the Tallies n^ltj* 

Our forefathers fo good 
Prov'd their greatneis of bloody 

By encount'ring the hart and the hoar | 
Ruddy health bloom d the face. 
Age and youth urg'd the chao% 

And taught woodlands and forefta to rair* 

Hencoi of noble defcent^ 
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til the chace in full fight, 

ds ! how great the delight ! 

our moral fenfatlons refific ! 

bere is care, where it fear ? 

le the winds. In the rear) 

the man's loft in fomething diTinc. 

w to horfe, my brave boys; 
! each pants for the joys 
anon (hall enliven the whole : 
en at eve we^U difnounty 
lis and plcafures recount, 
•enew the-chace over the bowl. 



SONG 1094. 

THE CKNtftOVS DlSTatSI. 

) W, ye bleak winds, around my head, 
nd foothe my heart-corroding care, 
round my brows, ye lightnings red, 
d bisft the laurels planted there! 
lay the maid, where'er (he be, 
I not of my diftreft nor mc* 

ill the; traces of our love 
ever blotted from her mind$ 
iron) her breaft my vows remove, 
i no remembrance leave behind I 
lay the maid, Uc. 

nay I nc*er behold her more, 
flie hai robb'd my foul of reft, 
m*s afEftance Is too poor 
calm the tcmpeft in my breaft! 
ay the maid, ice. 

, death ! O come, thou friendly fleep, 
1 with my/orrows lay me low; 
Miold the gentle virgin weep, 
ihvp, nor laHingbe.herwoe: 
ay (he think, where'er (he be» 
>re of my diftrefs nor me. 



SONG 1095. 

N the happy knot is ty'd^ 
etfey is my charming bride; 
he bells,.and fill the bowl, 
all without controtti. 
a fair as lovely Bet I 
6 bleft at Coltnet I 

dieu to oiaiden arts, 
^ (or unguarded hcartts 
ne Hymen's Ufting joys, 
r, wanton, girls and boya i 
i fair as lovely Bet, 
I fweet as Colinet« 

ipc (heaves of yellow cora 
If. plenteous bam adorn ; 
*vc dcck'd my myrtle-bow'rts 
he faired, fweetcft flow'n 1 
fMSnr, fwtettrret, 
' chsrau ofhrely BeU 

StmdMy§^wuj9^p 

lEej0|rMa/«ita|r.9iifta; 



Tho* fix fweetheartt d«ly (Irovtt 
To deferve thy Betfey*B lovei 
Them I quit without regret. 
All my joy's In Colinet. 

Strike up, then, the ruftic lay. 
Crown with fports our. bridal dayj 
May each lad a miftrefs find. 
Like my Betfey, fair and kind. 
And each lafs a huAand get. 
Fond and true as Colinet. 

Ring the bells, and fill the bowl; 
Revel all without contronJ. 
May the fun ne'er ri(b or fet. 
But with joy to happy Bet, 
And her talthfel Colinet. 



SONG 1096. 

ON TRE ABStNCI or MAT* 

Written by Mr. Cvmnimgham* 

f H E rooks In the oetghb'ring groves 

For flielter cry all the long day; 
Their hurs, in the branches ahove^ 

Are cover'd no longer by May. 
The birds that (b chearfiilly fung» 

Are filent» or plaintive each tone^ 
And as they chirp low to their yovng't 

The want of their goddefs beaoaa* 

No daifies on carpets of green, 

0>r nature's cold bofom are (preMl| 
Not a fweet- brier fprig can be feen. 

To furni(h freih wreaths for my heais 
Some flow'rs indeed may be foond. 

But thefe neither blooming nor gay; 
The fafreft ftill deep in the ground. 

And wait for the coming oF May. 

December perhaps hu porloin'd 

Her rich, though fantaftical gear. 
With envy the month^s mtj have joia*d^ 

And jofiled her oat of the year. 
Some (hepherdf, *tis true, may repine 

To fee their lov'd gardens ondreift^ 
But 1, while my PhiJlida*t mine. 

Shall always have May in my brtai;* 



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. SONG 1097* 

PERHAPS it is pot love, faidi. 

That melts my foul when Flavia*t a^t 
Where wit and fenfe like her*s agree. 
One miqr be pleu'd, end yet be fwu 

The beautlea of her polilh'd min^. 

It needs no lover't eye to find ;# - -. - 

The hermit freezing in hia cell 

Might wi(h the gentle Flai^ia well* 

It is not love— isverfe to bear 
The fervile chainihat lovcra wear.^ 
Ltl, \et me i\\ m^j Itan itrnw^ . 
My dottbu A\t^V-Ax.\» t«x.V»v— > 

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It 11— It II lovt*f fuMe fire. 
And under frtendfliip larks defire 



S O N O 109S. 
Written by Mr. S^KNSTONt. 
VE gentle nymphi and generous damet» 

Thit rule o*er every Britifli mind ; 
Be fure you foot he their amorout flamett 
Be fure your Itwi are not unkind. 

For hard it is to wear their bloom 

In unremitting figha away ; 
To mourn the nighc'i oppreffiTe glctMUy 

And faintly blefi tbt riftng day. 

And croel *twere a free-born fwain, 
A Britiih youth (hould vainly moan ; 

Who fcornful of a tyraat*i chain. 
Submits to yours» and yoan alone. 

No pointed fpear, nor links of fteel» 
Could t>r thole gaMant minds fubac, 

Who beauty's wounds with pleafura feelp 
And boaft the fetters wrought by you. 



S O N O 1099. 

Written by Mr. SmKiTOifS. 

Q N ercry free, in every plain, 

J tracs the jovial fpring in rain 1 
A fickly languor veils mine eyes. 
And fafi my waning vigour flies. 

Noy flowVy plain, nor budding tree, 
That fmile on others, fmlle on me ; 
Mine eyes from d/sath (hall court repofe. 
Nor Ihed a tear before they clofe. 

What blifs to me can feafons bring * 
Or, what the needlefs pride of fpring 1 
The cyprefi bough, that fiiits the bier. 
Retains it's verdure all the year. 

*Tis true, my vin« fo frefli and fair. 
Might Ctaim'awhile my wonted care ; 
My rural ihire fome pkafurc )ieU } 
So white a flock, fo green a field ! 

My friends, that each in kindnefs vlci 
Might well ezped one partiug figh ^ 
Might well demand otie tender tear} 
For when was Damon intiacere ? 

But ere I tik once more to view 
Yon (etting fun his race renew. 
Inform me, f wains, my friends declars^ 
Will pitying Delia join the prayer t 



S O K G 1100. 

fH O* Chloe's o«t of faftion. 

Can bluA and be Ancut, 
JVJ toM/i her in a bumper, 
ifsJi the bciiea were here* 

What tho* 00 drmoada ^Ue 
Ar^uadht ouh ami waiftf 



With et'ry (hining virtue 
I'he lovely maid is grac'd. 

In modeft, plain apparet. 
No patchel, paint, nnrairs; 

In debt alone to natute, 
An angel tt» appears. 

From gay coquettes, bigh-finifli'd. 
My Chloe takes no rules ; 

Kor envies them their con^^tcAs, 
The hearts of all the fpula. 

Who wins her moft have merit. 

Such merit as her own ; 
The graces all polSrfling, 

Yet knows not Ae has one. 

Then grant me, gracious heav*nv 
The gifts you mod approve j 

And Chloe, charming Chlue, 
Will blefs me with her love. 



S O N O xioi. 

Written by Mrs. Barba^l^. 

AS near a weephig fpring reclVn^d, 
The beauteoos Araminta pin'd. 
And moum'd a falfe ungrateful youth ; 
While dying echoes caught the found. 
And fpread the foft complaints arftiuid 
Of broken vows and alter'd truth j 

An aged ihepherd heard her moan^ 
And thus in pity*s kindeft tone 
Addrefs*d the 1^, defpalringmald; 
Ceafe, ceafe, unhappy fair, to grieve. 
For founds, tho* fwcet» can ne*er relieve 
A breaking heart by love betray *d* 

Why (houidft thon wafte fuch preciooi 
That fall like dew on withered flowers 
But dying paflion ne*er reftor*d$ 
In beauty's empire is no mean, 
Afid woman, either (lave or queen. 
Is qtjlckly fcorn'tf when not ador'd. 

Thofe liquid pearls fronr either eye. 

Which might an eaflern empire buy. 

Unvalued here and fruitlefs fail; 

No art the feafon can renew 

When love was yoong , and Damon true. 

No tears a wandering heart recall. 

Ceaf«, ceafe to grieve, thy tears arc vsOf 
Should thofe fair orbs in drops of rain 
.Vie with a weeping Southern fieyj 
For hearts o*ercodit with love aaS grief 
All nature yields hot one relief; 
Die, haplefs Araminta, die. 



SONG i»o2. 

THE racx aiAsoif*s GAa&ANO* 

Q OD people, draw near. 
And the truth you (hall bear* 

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The dear brotherhood 

(As they certainly (kould) 
Their follies do put a good face on f 

Tho* *tis nought but a gia9 

To catch other fools ia. 
So fly is an accepted mafon. 

With aprons before *enit 

For better decorum. 
Of fecrers they talk* 't«roQ*d anise oae. 

Jn aprons array *d 

or calves leatHtr made^ 
True type of an accepted nafon* 

Their folly (0 great Is— 

Riium tencatik^ 
And :hf if title to fucb they would blaxan } 

Thit iheyM trace from the flood, 

Tlioir rii>, if they cou'd. 
And make Noaii <— — an accepted mafon. 

If on houfe ne*er fo high> 

A brother thev fpy* 
As b=s tfowf I he dext'roufly lays on^ 

He muft leay^ off his work. 

And come oown with a jerk, 
At the fign of an accepted mafon. 

They know thir and that. 

The dfri! knows what, 
And themfelves they employ all their priife ont 

Bur— -this by the bfe-* 

There's none that can lye 
Like— a ftct and accepted mafon* 

A brother one time 

Bein^ hang*d for fome crimfy 
All the brethren did ihipidly gage on ; 

They kstc figns .without end," 

But— >faft hung their friend- 
Like a free and accepted mafon. 

They tells us fioe things. 

How that lords, dvkes, and kings, 
Their myft*ries have pue • good grace on ) 

For their credit bc*t faid. 

Many a (kip has been nude 
A free and accepted mafon. 

From whence I conclude, . 

Tho't may feem fomewhet rude. 
That no value their tribe we ibould place on$ 

Since a fool, as we fee. 

Of any degree. 
May ciMBmence free and accepted mefoa. 



S O N O 1105. 

ASK me not how calmly I 
'^ All the cares of life defy) 
How 1 bafle human woet i 
Woman, woman, woman knowt* 

Ymi may live and laugh, at J| 
You like me may c»€m defyi 
AH the ^49 ft thtt heprt tmdmn^^ 
WaaiMa, woaMUg wi^man cofct. 

AOc me not of empty coftp 
Fern ei aime, aad ^mnkM j ap g 



I have pleafurc more divine, 
Woman, woman, woaan*s mine. 

Raptures more than folly know. 
More than fortune can bellow ; 
Flowing bowls and cooqner*d fielde^ 
Woman, woman, woman yields* 

Afk me not of woman*! arts. 
Broken vows and faithleft beartt) 
Tell the wretch, who pines and 
Woman, woman, woman lives, 

All delights the heart can know, • 
Morr than folly can beftow ; 
Wealth of worlds and crowns of kSiifSy 
Woman, woman, woman brings. 



SONG 1104. 

Written by Mr. SniHSTONg, 

'PHE lovely Delia fmiles again 1 

That killing frown has left her brow! 
Can (he forgive my jealous pain, . 
And give me back my angry vbw f 

Love is an ApriTs doubtful day ; 

Awhile we fee the tempeft lour f 
Ano4) the radiant beav*ns furvey. 

And quite forget the flitting iIlow*r. 

The flow'rs that hung their languid bead. 
Are burniih'd by the tranfient rains { 

The vines their wonted tendrils fpready 
And double verdure gilds the plaint. 

The fprightly birds, that droop*d no leCi 
Beneath the pow*r of rain and wind» 

In every raptur*d note exprefs 
The joy 1 feel—- when thoo art kind. 



SONG 1105. 

Sung at Vavzhall. 

JJ[ Y days have been fo wondrous free. 

The little birds that fly. 
With carclefs eafe from tree to tree. 

Were but as bleft as J. 
Aflc gliding waters. If a tear 

Of mine increased their ftream | 
Or aflc the gentle gales, if e'er 

1 lent a figh to them. 

But now my former dnys retire. 

And I'm bv beauty caught ; 
The tender chains of foft defice 

Are fix'd upon my thought i 
And eager hope, within my breaft. 

Does ev*ry doubt controul. 
And lovely Nancy ftands confefi^d 

The favVite of my fuul. 

Ye nightingales, ye twifliog pines, 
Yc fwajns that haunt the grove^ 

Ye gentle echoes, hitex") miVc^^ 
Ye dole letctaU o^ \w^\ 

With att of i\atvax«> ^VL ci WX% 

Affift \>ie Ae«t 4t«kV^\ ,^ . _^ 

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The Tcry thought of change I hafie* 

As much as •£ def)>air $ 
And hardly covet to be great 

Unlefs it be for her: 
*Tis true, the pafllion in my mind 

Is mix'd with Toft diftrefs ; 
Yety while the fair 1 love is kind> 

I cannot wiih it icis* 

Bat if flie treats me with difdain^ 

And flights my well-meant love. 
Or looks with pleafure on my pain^ 

A pain flie won*t remove ; 
Firewd, ye birds, ye lonely pines, 

Adieu to groans and fighs i 
TH leave my paffion to the winds» 

Love unreturn*d foon dies. 



SONG 1106. 

J^ ET roifers ftarve over the wealth they pofle^. 

And as it grows greater ttlW fancy it lefs : 
Gite me but my bottle, my pipe, and my glafs, 
Aad heighten my blifs with a fweet blooming 
Ufs; 

ril defpifc 
' Being fo wife. 

As the wind blows^ 

So the world goes ; 

III nc*cr quit my bottle until the fun rife. 

l«t lawyers, - phyficiatis, and parfons pretend 
That the good of mankind is their principal end ; 
haw, phyfie, divinity, foon would eipire, 
WereBMciittS and Plutus itoia hence to retire. 
• Life, at beft» 
Itbut«}eft, 
E*en a bubUe, 
Noife and trouble: 
GKe me but my bottle, 1*0 give' up the reft. 

Let Ibnd, fbolilh lovers* whine over the fair, • 
And, in love'dxfappointed, yield up to defpair : 
No fickle^ coy nyaiden, my mind fliaU peiplex, 
flo fiemele inconftancy me e*er (btU vex. 

Thus let me» 

Eafy and free. 

Void cf all caie»1 

Hope or defpair, 
Sit down to my bottle, or rove Like a bee. 



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Sang inAIfrtd. 

'pHE Shepherd's plilp life. 
Without guilt, without ftrife. 
Can only true bleflings imperc \ 

As nature dire&5. 

That blifs he experts 
From health> and from quiet of heart* 

Vain grandeur and pow*r> 
Thole jop of an hour, 
Tho' mortals are toiling to find | 
Can ff ties or (how 
Contentmej\thtttov,'} 
AUhappinefs dwellt in the mmi. 



Behold the gay rofe, 

How lovely it grow«. 
Secure in the depth of the vale I 

Yon oak, that on high 

Afpires to the iky. 
Both lightning and tempcfti tfiaiL 

D o I T T o. 

Then let us the fnare 

Of ambition beware. 
That fource of vexation and fmart; 

And .fport on the glade. 

And repofe in the ihade9 
With health and with quietlif heart. 



SONG not. 

Written by Mr. SHxitaToifS. 

y^ HEN bright Roxana treadi the greeflt 

In all the pride of drelt and nii«i| 
Averfe to freed om, love and play* 
None other beauties ftrike mine eje^ 
The lilies droop, the rofea die. 

But when, difdaimlng art, the Hit 
AfTumes a foft engaging air $ 
Mild aa the opening mom of May, 
FaiAiliar, friendly, free and gay : 
The fcene improves, wbeie*cr flie gott^ 
More fweetly fmile the pink and roie. 

O lovely maid I propitious hear. 
Nor deem thy ihepherd inliocere | 
Pity a wild ilhifive flame. 
That varies obje^ ftill the inme s 
And let their very ch&ngea prove 
The never-vary'd force of love. 



SONG 1109. 

VALKHTIlf X*a OA^T. 

Written by Mr. Smxnstoks* 

'f I S fxid that onder diftant ikiea. 

Nor you the Mt deny ; 
What firft attnAf an Indian*! eyee 
Becomes his deity. 

Perhaps a lily, or 1 rofe. 
That fliares the morning's ray. 

May to the waking fwain difclolk 
The regent of the day. 

> Perhaps a plant Sn yonder grove. 
Enriched with fragrant pow*r, 

I May tempt his vagrant eyet to rove. 
Where bloomi the forVdgn flowV. 

Perch'd on the cedar*a topmoft bought 
And gay with gilded wings, * 

Perchance, the patron of his vOar, 
Some. a.tt\ftC% WnHtt fin^, 

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V»in ftitlle idoli, bi/d or flowV, 
To tempt a votary's pray'r I— 

How wouM his humble homage tow*r 
Should he behold my fair i 

Yes — might the pagan's waking eyes 
Or Flavians beauty range, 

He there would fix his lafting choice. 
Nor dare, nor wiih to change. 



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THE CONSENT. 

Written by Mr. CuNNtNCHAil. ' ' 

•y I S the birth-day of 1>hillis,hVrk hbVth'e 
birds fing, ' ^ 

Their notes are remarkaMy fw^et j" 
The vil!ajccr» broug^'t all the honours of fpring, • 

And uatiT'd their pride at her fret. 
With ribb.^.n((s and rofes her lambkins are 
crowa*'!. 
Awhile they rcfprftfuny ftand, 
Then o'er the gtecn lawn with a frolic they 
bound. 
Bat fird take a kifs from her hand. 

*Mongfl ihepherds in all the gay round of the 
year. 

This, this is their principal diyj 
It gave PhilHs birth, and pray what can tppear 

More lovely, more pleafingly gty ? 
Hark, hark! how the (abor enlivens (he fcene, 

Ye lads with yoar lafTc* advance; 
*Tis charming to fport on a daify-dreft'd gr^eo, 

And Phillis (hall lead dp chte dance. 

The fun, (and he ihines in bis brighteft array* 

As if on this f^^ftival proud) 
In order to give os a beautiful day. 

Has baniih'd each travelling cloud t t 
The prieft pafs'd along, and my fliepberdefs 
fi|ih*d. 

Sweet Phillis I I knew what (ke meant t 
Wc ftole from the paftimcs, J made her ay 
bride ; 

Her figh was the figh of confent. 



SONG Hit. 

Sang at Vaoxrall. 

] See it, Mira, know it well. 

That love has reach *«1 your heart } 
For what your tongue den es to teil. 

Your wjlliog eyes impart. 
When Damon wrcftlea on the greeny 

Your looks your paflion pmvf , 
For in y#ur eyea it p?ajol/ feeo 
The jtMrttaiJoy of lore. 

When Sokeygort her Illy head 
To Damon of th* y^it. 



Say, coald yoo then your fears command? 

Did not your cheeks turn pale .' 
Ceafe then, dear maid, to teixe the yottth^ 

But pUinly own your flame; 
For love confifts of honeft truth. 

And will itfelf prodaim. 



SONG nil. 

SuDg at VauxhalL. 

£^ R £ Phoibus iball peep on the fraih-biiddiag 
flow*r. 

Or blue-bells are robb*d of their dew; 
Sleep on, my Maria, while I deck the bOW*r; 

To make it more worthy of you. 

Til ere rofes andjefs*mine each other ihall greet^ 

A'!*^ mingie to copy your hue; 
The lily, to mntch with th> bofom fo fweet^ 

How faint it's rcfembUnce to you* 

With the iweefs of your breath, the kedge* 
violet ihall vie'. 
But weakly, and pay it it's due; ' " 
The thorn (bail be robb*d of the floe for yo9t 
eye. 
Yet nature paints nothing like you. 

The leaves of the fenfitive-plant muft dedart 
The truth of my well- beloved (he; 

Whofe branch, if to touch it bold Obcpbcrda 
fb<.lldaie, 
Would (brink from all others but me* 



SONG 



1113. 



THE FRUITLESS ENDEAVOVE. 

Y^H B N gentle Harriot fird I faw^ 
Stf uck with a reverential awe, 

I felt my bofom ai0T*dt 
Her cafy (hape, her charming face; 
She fmil'd, and talk*d with fo much grace t 

I gaz*d, admlr'd, and lov*d. 

Up to the bufy town f flew, 

Aad waader*d all it*s pleafurcs thro*« 

In hopes to eafe my care t 
The bufy town but mocks my pain. 
It's Kayeft i^leaf.res all are vain. 

For Ha riot haunts me there. 

The labours of the learned fage. 
The Connie clamour of the ftage, 

Bv turns my time employ; 
I relifh nut the fage's lure. 
The (Cage's humours pleafe no more. 

For Harriot's all my joy. 

Sometimes I try*d the jovial throng. 
Sometimes the femal- uiltv ^a\<^Tv\^ 

To c\\'act\vtt ^otn\ ^>»i%^\ 
1 The )oV\a\ \\itot\%\% v\o\^m> tw^^^ 
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Since^ then* nor art nor learoiag caa^ 
Nor company of maid or man. 

For want vf thee atone; 
O come, with all thy conquVing charxni^ 
O come, and take me to thy irms. 

For thou art all in one. 



SONG ,114. 
Written by Mr. Shenstom. 

r[^H<£ fatal hours are wond'rous n^r. 

That from tJhefe fountains bear my dear; 
A littl^, (jpace ic fif*n, in vain: 
Sh^ robf my light, and fliuna the plain. 

A iitJe fpace for me to prove 
My bogndlefi flame, my endiefs love | 
And tike the train of vulgar hours, ' 

Invidious time that fpace devours. 

Near yonder beech it Delia's wsfy. 
On that f gaze the live -long day ; 
No taftem monarch's dazzling piide 
Should draw my longing eyes afide. 

The thief, that knows of fuccoars nigh. 
And fees his mangkd legions die, 
Cafts not a more impatient glance. 
To fee the loitering aids advance. 

Not more the fchool-boy, that rxpiret 
Far from his native home, requires 
To fee fome friend's familiar face« 
Or meet a parent's laft embrace. 

She comco- but ah ! what crowds of beaux 
In radiant bands my fair indole ; 
Oh ! better bad*ft thou ihunn*d the green. 
Oh, DcUa ! better far unfeen. 

Methioks, by all my tender fears. 
By all my fighs, by all my tears, 
I might from torture now be free— 
*Tis more than death to part from tliee ! 



SONG 1115. 

THX WANDXIIKG JKW« 

^y H £ N at in fair Jerufalem 

Our Saviour Chrift did Jive, 
And for the fins of all the world 

His own dear life did give } 
The wicked Jews with Ccofft and fcoma 

Did daily him moleft, 
That never till he left his Itftf 

Our Saviour could not reft. 

When they had crown*d hit head with thomi. 

And fcourg'd him to difgrace. 
In fcornful fort they led him forth, 

^/ato his dyiog.place j 
When tboufuid thbufands in the ftrctt 
Beheld him ptfg along. 
Vet not one gentle heart was thcrey 
TMat pitied chii hit wrong. 



Both old and young ttwiled ytm. 

As in the ftreet he went. 
And nought he found but churliA raunts. 

By evei7 «««'■ confcnt : 
His own dear crofs he bore himfeJf, 

A burden far too great. 
Which made him in the ftrest to faint. 

With blood and water fweat« 

Being weary thus, he fought for reft. 

To cade his burdea'd /oui^. 
Upon a ftone j the which a wretch 

Did churli/hly controul ; 
And faid. Away, thou king of Jews, 

Thou Ihal.t not reft, thee here : 
Pafs on ; th} execution placd 

Thou fceft now draw near. 

And theienpon he thnift him tbenct | 

At which our Saviour faid, 
I fure will reft, but thou fliaJt walk^ 

And- have no journey ftayed. 
With that this curfed ihocmaker. 

For offering Chrift this wrong. 
Left wife and children; houfe and alf» 

And went from thence along. 

Where after he had feen the blood 

Of Jefos Chrift thus &ed. 
And to the crofs his body nail'd. 

Away with fpeed he fted 
Without returning back again 

Unto his dwelling-place, 
And wandered up and down the worM, 

A runoagate moft bafe. 

No refting eonld he find at all. 

No cafe, no^eart's content j 
No houfa, nofrhti(iB«» nor hiding-place ; 

But wandeii^lforth he went 
From to^n to tijn in f>reigri iaads^ 

With grieved con^ciejKe ftill. 
Repenting for the heinous guilt 

Ofhii fore, paflcd ill* 

Thus after fome few ages paft 

In wandering op and down ; 
He nauch again deifirad to foe 

Jenafalem*s renown j 
But finding it all quite deftroyedf 

He wandered thence with woe, 
Oor Saviottr*fl words, which he hnd fpofce. 

To verify and (how. 

" f II reft, faid he, but then (halt walk^** 

So doth (his wandering Jew 
From place to place, but cannot reft 

For feting countries new j 
Declating ftiil the power of him. 

Whereas he comes and goes. 
And of all things done In the eaft. 

Since Chrift his death, heihowt. 

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»m lie hatYi Cold vrondroui chingi 
ne forepaf^) and gone» 
tbe princes of the world 
ires his caufe of moan. 

I ftiil to be diiToIv'd, 
yield his mortal breath ; 
the Lord hath thys decreed) 
ijil not yet fee drach. 
Lher looks be old nor youngs 
IB he did thofe times, 
thrift did fuffer on the crofa 
nortal dantft crimes. 

1 pail through many i foreign place, 
'»•> Egyptf Africa, 
Syria, and great Thrace» 
throughout all Hung&ria: 
Paul and Fecer preached CbviA^ 
ebled apoftles de^r j 
be hath told our Saviour*a wordf, 
untries far and near. 

ely in Bohemia, 
I many a German town ; 
w in FUndersy as 'tis thought^ 
randereth up and down : 
learned men with him confer 
lofe his lingering days, 
)nder much to hear him tell 
ourniesi and hit ways* 

ie give this Jew an almi^ 
mod that he will take 
ibove a groat a time ; 
h he, for Jcfus* fake» 
ndiy give unto the poor^ 
thereof make no fpare, 
ng ftill that Jefus Chrift 
im hath daily care. 

:r wai feen to laugh nor fmUt» 
Mfeep and make great moan j 
:ing ftill his miferies, 
days forepaft and gone ; 
ear any one blafpheme, 
ake God*s name in vain* 
s them that they crucify 
r Saviour Chrift agiuo. 

lad fren hit death, faid he« 
lefe mine eyes have done, 
)ofand thoufand tiaoes would je 
orments think upon : 
fTer for his fake all paia 
irments and all woe. 
ire his words and eke hit life^ 
reaa he comes or goes. 



SONG 1116. 

Written by ^r. SsBifrrtfitB^ 

L defert plaint, and ruAj nieei|^ 
i^witber*d bcMthi I rdft ; 
tree nor i^n, aor cot ^fci^ 
comeetmjlorf^ ^ . 



But tho* my paths were damaik*d o^er 

With beauties e*er fo fine ; 
My bufy thooghu would fly before 

To fiiL alone— 00 thine. 

No fir-crown'd hills cott*d give delighty 

No palace pleafe mine eye : 
No pyramid's aerial height. 

Where mouldering monarchs lie. 

Unmov*d, fliould eaftern kings adfincc : 

Could I the pageant fee s 
Splendour might catch ooc fcornfol glance. 

Not fteal one thought from thee. 



SONG 1117. 

Written by the Earl of Rochestei. 

^ y dear miftrefsbas a heart. 

Soft as thofe kind locks ihe gare me. 
When wit\ love's refiftlefs art, 

And her eyes, {he did enflave me ; 
But her conftancy's fo weak, 

Sbc*a fo wild and apt, to wander^ 
That my jealous heart would break 

Should we live one day afander* 

Meltingjoys about her move, 

Woundiftg pleafuret, killing bliflety 
She can drth her eyes in love. 

And her lipi can arm with kifTesj 
Angels liften when fhe fpeaks. 

She's my delight, all mankind's woftderi 
But my jealous heart would break 

Should we live one day afundef* 



SONG 1118. 

Y^HEN charming Teraminta fings. 
Each new air, newpaffion brtngsj 
Now I refolve, and now 1 fear; 
Now I triumph, now defpair) 
Frolic now, now faint I grow ; 
Now i freege, and now J glow. 
The panting aephyrs round her play. 
And trembling on her lipa would ftayi 

Now would liften, now yrould kifa. 
Trembling with divided blifs; 
Till, by her breath repols'd, they fly. 
And in luw pleaHng murmurs die. 
If«r do I afli that (be would give 
By fome new note, the pow'r to live; 
I would, expiring with the found. 
Die on the lips that gave the wound« 



8 O N G 1119. 

\^HILE in the bower with beaaty bleft 

The lov'd Amlntor lies, 

While fiiik\i\^ o^ iLcXit^^i: %^\e»fiL 

He foq^H^ k\Wd Yv^T t;)e%\ 

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Sweetly renewed her plaintive Cong 
And w^fb.in^ thro* the i^lade. 

Melo.iiou!. romgdiefi, cried the fwain. 

To flja.lcs Ic-fs happy go, 
Or it' wiih ui thou wile remain 

Forbear thy tuRcful woe- 
While in Zeiinda*s arms I lie 

Tofong I am not freej 
On her (oft bufom while 1 figh 

I difcord 6od in thee. 

Zelinda gives me perfeA joys; 

Then ceafe thjr fond intrufion} 
Be Alent, mufic now li nuife. 

Variety, contufion. 



SONG mo. 

AtKc/s TALI. 

Written by the Duke of Doisxt* 

^^N EN -here, Lucinda, firft we cane. 

Where Arno rolls his filver ftre^m, 
How blithe the nymphs, the fwa'ins how gay? 
Content iofpTr^d each rural lay: 
The birds in KiTelier concert fuhg, 
The grapes in thicker dufters hung| 
All look'd as joy could never fail 
Among tKe fweets of Arno*s Vale* 

But fince the good Pamrlon died, 
The chief of ihepherds, and their pHd^y 
Now* Amo*s fons muft'all give place 
To northern men, an iron race : 
The tafte of pleafure now is o*er; 
Thy noter, Luctnda, pleafe no more j 
The Mufes droop, the Goths prevail ; 
Adieu the fweeti of Arno^s Vale ! 



SONG ix2|. 



THS 8CH0|,AKS KXLAPSI* 

Written by Mr. Srx|C8ton». 

Q Y the fide of a grove, at the foot of a hill, 

Where whifperM the beech, apd where 

murmured the rill $ 

I Yow^d to the mufes my time and my caret 

S'mce nothing could win me the fmilet of my 

fair/ . 

Free I ranged like the bjrds, like the birds 

free I fung, 
And Delia's loy'd name fcarce efcap*d iroxn ipy 

tongue : 
But if once a Cqjooth accent delighted my ear, 
I ihould wiib, unawares, that my Df lia might 

'hear, ''•'-■' * ' •■ 

With fiireH ideas my bofom 1 i^ot'^d| 
AUu/iie to none but the nyihph 1 iM6T^^\ 
And the mote 1 with ftudy my fancy ctfkn^A^ , 
The deeper itppteS&on tt^ ma4e on xny nua4» 



So long as of nature the charriia I purfvei 
I ftiil muft my Delia's dear image renew : 
The graces havq yielded with Delia to rove. 
And the mufes are all in alliance with love. 



SONG 1121. 

Written by Nathanikl L««, Ef<). 

p] Al L to the myrtle fliade. 

All hail to the nymphs of the fields I 
Kings would not here invade 

The pleafure that virtue yields. 
Be::uty here opens her arms, 
A To foften the languiihing m'lnd^ 

nd Phyllis unlocks her charms; 

Ah, Phyllis 1 oh, why fo unkind f 

Phyllis, thou foul of love, 

Thou joy of the neighbouring fwaini} 
PhiHis,^ rhat crowns the grove. 

And Phyllis that gilds the plaint) 
Phylli*, that ne*er had the ikill 

To paint, to patch and be fincf 
Yet PhyHis whofc eyes can kill. 

Whom nature hath made diTtne 

Phyllis, whofe charming fong 

Makes labour and paihta delightj - 
Phyllis, that' makes the day young,' 

And ihortens the livelong night; 
Phillis, whofe lips like May 

Still laugh ai^the fweets they hring| 
Where love never knows.decay. 

But fits with eternal fpxing. 



SONG 



1123. 



STREPHON, when yon fee me «y, 

Let not this your ft ar create^ 
Maids may l>e a« often (hy 

Out of love as out -of hate } 
When from you 1 fly away. 
It is becaufe I dare not ftay. 

Did I out of hatted run 

Lefs you^d be 'my pain and cai«| 
But the youth I love, to (bun, 

Whocanfuch a trial bear? 
Who, that fuch a fwain did fee. 
Who could love and fly like mo f 

Cruel duty bidt me go. 

Gentle love commands me ftay| 
Duty*t dill to love a foe. 

Shall I this or that obey ? 
Duty frcwQS,ahd Cupid*s fmilesy 
That defends, and this beguilet. ' 

Ever by tbefeeryftal ftreamt 

I could fit an4 hear thee tigk« 
Ravi(h*d with thele pleafing dreamt 

O 'tis arorie than deatii to fly 1 
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OhyFitb eafe you may dece'iTe me» 

Pry*thee charming Twain be gone. 
Hea? *Q decrees chac we fhould party 
That has my vows, but you my heart* 



SONG 1124. 
Sung in Artsxtrtttu 
fJOWhardis my fate, 
Huw defp*rate my /1ate» 
When hoii>ttr and virtue exc'iM^ 
To fufter diftrefs, 
Contented to blefs 
The obje£l in whom I delight* 
Yet amidlt all the woes 
My loul undergoes. 
Thro* virtue^s too rigid decrcey 
ril fcorn to complain 
if the force of his paia 
AwaJcen his pity for me* 



SONG 



1125. 



•"piS not the liquid brlghtnefsof thofeeyet. 

That fwim with plealure and delight; 
Nor thofc fair heavenly arches which arife 
Q*er each of them to tbade their light $ 
*Tis not that hair which plays with every wind. 
And loves to wanton round chy face ; 
Now ftraying o*er thy forehrad^nOw behind 
Retiring withinGdious grace. 

*Ti< not that lovely range of teeth, ai white 
As new-fhotn (hcep, equal and fair; 
Nor even that gentle fmile, the heart*s delight, 
With which no fmiie could e*er compare; 
*Tis not that chin fo round, that neck fo fine, 
Thofe bre^fts that fwell to meet my love; 
That eafy Hoping waill, that form divine. 
Nor aught below, nor aught above* 

Tis not the living colours over each. 

By nature*s fineft pencil brought. 

To /hame the freih- blown rofe, and blooming 

peachy 
And mock fhe happieft painter's thought 1 
But *tis that gentie mind, that ardent love. 
So kindly anfwering my defire ; 
That grace with which you look, and fpeak, 

and move, 
That thus have fet my foul on lire. 



SONG 1116. 

THI lOSE-BUD. 

Written by \Ar, Shbnstoni. 

5EE, Daphne, fee, Florello cry'd. 

And learn the fad efFe^s of pride; 
Yob flieltcr*d rofe, how fale conceaPd ! 
How quickly blafted, when reve4r-d 1 

lltf fun with warm attfadiive rayi 
nwf it to wanton io the b/ase s 
A gkfe H/cceeds from ea/!rm (kift, 
AaJ all it's bJaibing r^Uace diea. 



.So yon, my fair, of cbarmi diving. 
Will quit the plains too fond to ikint 
Where fameVtranfportiag rays allttrv 
Tho* here more happy, more facure. 

The breath of fome negledled maid 
Shall make you figh you left the ibade S 
A breath to beauty*s bloom unkind. 
As to the rofe an eaftcrn wind. 

The nymph rcply*d— You firfi, my fwaio. 
Confine your fonnets to the plain ; 
One envious tongue alike difarros. 
You, of your wit, mc, of my charfflf* 

What is, unlcnown, the poet's (kill ? 
Or what, unheard, the tuneful thrill f 
What, unadmir'd, a charming mien ? 
Or what the rofe's bluih, unfeen r 



SONG 1127. 

Sung in the Dkenns, 

p^ O W oft, Louifa, haft thou faid 

(Nor wilt thou the fond boaft difown) 
Thou would'ft not lofe Anthonio*s love. 
To reign the partner of a throne* 

And by thofe lips that fpoke fo kind ! 

And by this hand 1 prefsM to mine ! 
To gain a fubjed nation's love, 

J fwear 1 would not part with thine^ 

Then how, my foul, can we be poor. 
Who own what kingdoms could not boy t 

Of this true heart thou ihalt be queen. 
And, ferving thee, a monarch I. 

Thus uncontrourd in mutual blifs. 
And rich in love's exhauftlefs mioef 

Do thou fnatch treafures from my lips. 
And i'U take .kingdoms hack fVom thine* 



SONG xiaS. 

VAIIZTY IS CMABHXNa* 

T*M in love with twenty, 
Tm in love with twenty^ 
And could adore 
As many more. 
For nothing's like a plenty* 
Variety is charming. 
Variety Is charming. 
And conftancy 
Is not fox me. 
So ladies you have warning* 

He that has but one love. 

Looks as poor 

As any boor. 
Or like a man with one glove* 

Variety, &c. 

Not the fine regalia 
Of Wl^MIV V^tv^^^ 
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Girls rfiaw old and ugly* 

And can*t infpire 

The fimc defire, 
As wheti they're young t&d ffttVgly. 

Variety, Sec. 

Why has Cupid pinioni | 

If not to fly 

Through all the flcy, 
And fee Lis favourite minions* 

Variety, &c. 

Love was born of beauty. 

And when die goes, 

The urchiii knows. 
To follow is his duty. 

Variety, &c. 



SONG 2I29. 

VINfKR. 

Writttn by Mr. Shikstoni. 

Ji^ O more, ye warbltng birdt rejoice } 

Of all that chear'd th^ pUio, 
Echo alone preferves her ♦oice, 
And ibe— repeats my pain. 

Were*er my love-fick limbs I lay. 

To ihun the ru/hing wind, 
Ii*i bufy murmur feems to fay, 

« She never will be kind '/* 

Tht naiads, o*er their frozen urns. 

In Icy chains repine ; 
And each in fallen lilence raourni 

Her freedom loft, lil^e mine ! 

Soon will the fun*s return tng rays 
The chearlefi firoft controui ; 

When will relenting Delia chafe 
The winter of my foul ? 



SONG 



130. 



f HE lilies of France, and the braire EngliOi 

rofe. 
Could never agree, as old hiftory fhoffi; 
But our Edwards and Henrys, thofe lilies have 

torn, 
And in their rich (Undaros fuch en(igAs have 

borne ; 
To (hew that Old England, beneath her ftrong 

lance, 
Has humbled the pride Mni the glory of France. 

What would thefe monHcurs ! would they know 

how they ran. 
Only look at the ar)nal£ofg)or*ousqueeo Anne: 
"We beat them by fea, and wr beat them by land, 
When Marlbrough and RulTel enjoy*d the com- 

mandf 
We'll bent tbem ignirif boy<, fo \tt them id 
wince. 
Old EiigUndd^fpiCtt tlie iafulis of Fr^ce. 



Then let the grand monarch ailcmUe hia WIP 
And threaten invafion to England's f^t coaft) 
We bid them defiance fo let them come 00, 
Have at them, their buiinefs will quickly be 



Monfieurs, we will teach you a new Eoglili 

dance. 
To our Grenadier* March, which will Mghiea 

til France. 



Let*8 take up ear mdkeci, and gird •» mm 

fwords, 
And monfieurs Aall find «• at good as «kr 

words $ 
Deat drums and found trnmpetsy husst to air 

king. 
Then welcome Belleifle with what troo^ tboa 

canft bring; 
Huzaa for Old England, wboTe ftiOHfi- pointed 

lance, 
Shall humble the pride and the glory of Fraooc. 



SONG 



1131* 



P L Y, thoughttefs youth, th* enchantitft 11/ ! 
. To other climes direft thy way; 
Lct(honoor*s plume attrad thine eye. 
Nor wafte In indolence the day t 
She nor regards thy (ighs or tears. 
She triumphs in thy jealous fears. 
And would rejoice to bltft the bloflom of thy 
years. 

Yet yonder myrtleTs fragrant Atde, 
Where (jparkling wind^the cryftalrill. 

Has feen this falfe, this cruel maid. 
Fond as her wanton lover> will : 
Has feen th'*e on her breaft reclined. 
Has feen her arms around thee twin*d, 

While with careiibs fweet ihe woo*d thee Ci 
be kind. 

But 6nce no more th* inconftant fair 
Will liften to thy tender vow, 

Let nobler objeds claim thy ^are^ 
And bid the f'aithlefs m^id adien« ' 
Adieu, falfe beanty ! hence no more 
Catullus will thy fmile implore \ 

To Aun thy hated charms he feeks a foreign 
iborg 

Him thou wilt mourn, when fore decaj 
Shall rob that furm of every grace | 

And for each charm it fteals away, 

> Shall add a wrinkle to that face's 
No lover then for thee will figh. 
Or rt^d the glances of thine eye, 

,Or on thy oncc-lov'd breaft ia ^oroot fmfi 
ports die* 



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Wou\A 1^^^^ \Tavt.t\s\ VtvaX:^ \ ^'^ V|\ 
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Z*en now, ihould Lefbia hjther rooTe 
In her accuftom'd looks of love. 
How weak, how fcebiC lU thy ftroog rtfolve* 
would prove ! 



SONG 113a, 

Written by Lord Landsdown. 

p R E P A R * D to rai:, refolvd tn part, 
Whpn 1 apprnach the p«'jur^d maid. 
What is ic awes my timorous hearth 
Wky it a»y congue afraid P 

With the leaA glance a little IcMid, 

Such wond'rous power have Mira^s charai9, 

She calms my doubts, enflaves oiy miad| 
And all my rage difarms. 

Forgetful •£ lier broken vows 

When gaaing on that form divine^ 

Her injured vafl\l trembling bowi» 
Nur dares her Have repine. 

3 O N O 1133. 

D ArHN I*t VISIT. 

Written by Mr. Shins toni, 

Y 6 bird} ! for whom I reai'd thc^ovCy 
With melting lay'faluCe my "lover ** 
My Daphne with your notes detain ; 
Or 1 have rear*d my grove in vi<n. 

Ye flow*rt ! befpre her footf^epi nTe ; 
Difplay at once your bri^bteA dyes ; 
That Hie your mning charms may fee s 
Or what were all your charma tp me 2 

Kind sephyr ! bru<b each fragrant flowV> 
And (bed it*s odours round my bowV t 
Or never more, O gentle wind, 
Shall I, from thee, refre/hment find. 

Ye dreamt ! if e*er your banks I Jov*d, 
If e*er yoar native founiit impiov'd. 
May each fo(t murmur fooche my fair t 
Or» oh! 'twill deepen my Jcfpair. 

And thou, my grot ! whofe Icnsly bounds 
Thr melancholy pine furrounds, 
Af ay Daphne praile ihy peaceful g!oom» 
Or thou Hialt prove her Damon*« tomb i 



SONG 1134. 

MAKE HAT WHILST THZ SUN tHINIS,. 

»'T'JS a maxim 1 holj, v/hil(> I live to puripe^ 
Nv't a thing to defer, which to-day 1 can do : 
Thtt piece of good couniel n^tend to, 1 pray, 
For while the fun Ihines is the time to make hay. 



If Chloc is kind, 4nd gives car ^q your plait) r» 
Declare you» whole fcntiments free from rf- 

f -aint: 
Enforce vuur p:l*tion, and make no delay, 
For while the lav. ih'.nes is the time to make hay 

But (houlJ yoti tlic prefsnt occafion let pafs* 
The wor!J may with juttice proclaim you an affs 
Thro briikly attack l»-^r, it longer you ftay, 
The fun ma) not fh:ne,3nd you cannot make hay. 



Attend the dear nymph to an arbour or grove, 
ii» her ear gen tly pour the (oft polfon 
With k'ffis Mndpr^es your rapture 
JFq/ while thefua &inci h the tiate 



SONG 



1135. 



Sung in Ccmus* 

^y OULD yon tafte the aoon-tide iir. 

To yon f;.v»rant bow'r rrptlr. 
Were woven witn the poplar bough. 
The mantlin<( vine will (heltar you. 
D«wn each fide a fountain iowt. 
Tinkling, murm'ring, a<: it goes^ 
Lightly o'er Che molly ground, 
Suhry Pheebot fcorching roung* 

Round thel%n|i^d herds, and flxeiq^ 
StreUh*d 0*91- luon^ hillackst i|ee^^ 
While* on rhe hyacinth and rofe. 
The fair does 4JI alqne repofe: 
All alone \ yet U her arms 
Your bicaA /hiU.lcaC ;o love*s.fUri9i| 
1 ill« bie/l 4nd bleH^pff, you (hal) Qro» 
The j'>)s of love are joys alone. 



SONG 1136. 

Written hy Mr. Otway. 

(^OME all ye youths whofe hearts <«vbM 

By cruel beauty's pride ; 
Bring each a garland on his head. 

Let none h:s lorrows bld^: 
But hai.d in hand'around me move, 
Singin;; tli^e faddefl talcs of love ; 
And Oe, when your complaints ye join^ 
If all yoiir vron^s can equal mine. 

The happieft mort.?l once was T^ 

My "htjrt no fr rrcws kncwj 
Pity the paia wich which I die. 

Hut r.Hc ni t whence it girw : 
Y"! i»'. I tempting fair ys^u ^nd. 
That's vrry lovrly, very kind, 
I'ho' br-^ht as Heaven whcfe ftamp (he bean. 
Think ot my fate, and fiiun her inAith* 



SONG 1137. 

Written by Mf. Shenstonk. 

ADIEU, ye jovial youths, whojjio 

To plunge old care in floods of wine j 
And, as yourdazzti! ey.'-baUs roll, 
Difcrrn him llru^^ling in the bowl. 



Not yetii Viov^ to ■wVxoW'^ <L<>>i»ti, 



ur or grove. Not yetii Vio^e (o viixoW'^ \ 
on of love : I Not v^t \s t^^oM4>A i> \.tx*A< 
e convey, I Bu'.\in\p\A \\Te%n\, %uA C 



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And ffCi thro* yonder filent grore* 
See yonder does my Daphne rove : 
With pride her foot-ftcp» I purfue. 
And bid your frantic joyi tdieu* 

The fpic copfufion I admire. 
Is that rtiy Daphne < eye* infpire ; 
I fcom the madnefs you approve. 
And value reafon next .o love. 



SONG 1x38. 

Sung in the RtprifaL 

pRO M the man whom 1 love, the* my heart 

I difguiCe, 
I will freely defcribe the wretch I defpifc; 
And if he hiit fenfe but to balance a ftraw, 
He will fure take a him from the pi^ure i dr«w. 

A wit without fenAs, without fancy a beau, - 
Like a parrot he chattert, and firuti like a 

crowj 
A peacodt !n pride^ in grimace a baboon) 
In courage a hind, in conceit a gafcoon. 

At a vulture rapaciout, \n falihood a fox, 
Inconftant as waves, and unfiling as rocki; 
As a tygcr ferocious, perverfe as a hog, 
In mifchief an ape, and in fawning a dog. 

In a word, to futn up all his talents together, 
His heart is of lead, and his brains are of 

feather 1 
Yet if he hat but fenfe to balance a draw. 
He will fure take a hint firom the pidare I 
draw. 



MAGAZINE. 

Rut when I knelt and told ray piatit 
With frowns ihe fent me back agatnj 
And told me each returning day, 
Wou*d help to wear t e chains away. 



Since now, dear Phillis, thou art canghty 
Pray ufe the precepts you have tauj^ht j 
Convince me that your charms decay. 
At each new hour rolls a^vay ; 
Then I your ei^iaies will purfue. 
And die content as well as you. 



SONG 



1139. 



pHTLLIS, the goddefs of the plaini 

Admired by ev*ry youthful fwain. 
Who us*d to laugh at Cupid*s dart. 
And fcarneacb captivated hcar<C) 
To Screpbon now hath giv*n her own* 
And filent doth it's lofs bemoan. 

Tho* now 'tis paftj there was a time. 
When 1 lov*d her, as ihe lovet him 1 



SONG 114c. 

QENTLY touch the warbling lyre, 

Chioi* feems rndin'd to reft $ 
Fill her foul with fond define, 

Sofceft notes will footh her breail* 
Pleafing dresirosiiHift in love. 
Let them all propitious prove. 

On the mofTy bank ihe lies, 
(Nature's verdant velvet-bed) 

Beauteous flowers meet her eyes^ 
Forming pillows for her head. 

Zephyrs waft their odours rounds 

And indulging whifpert found. 



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1 141. 

QENTLY ftir and blow the fire. 
Lay the mutton down to road t 
Get me, quick, 'tis my defire. 

In the dri ping- pan a toaft. 
That My hunger may remove | 
Mutton is ^he meat 1 love. 

On the drelTer fee it lies ; 

O the charming white and red ! 
Finer meat ne'er met my e>Ts, 

On the f%reeteft grafs it fed: 
Swiftly make the jack go roundf 
Let roe have it nicely brown*d« 

On the table fpread the cloth. 
Let the kni\'es be flurp and cktBi 

Pickles get of ev'ry f )rt. 
And a fiUad crifp and green : 

Then with fmall beer, and fparkfing winty 

O, ye gods ! how 1 ihall dine i 



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SONG 



xi4a« 



LAOV AMMX SOTRWXLL*! COMPLAINT. 

Altered hj Mr. T. B. 

BALO W» my boy, !ie aili and fleep, 
Jc grietes me fore to hear thee weep ; 
Iff chooMt be filent» Til be glad, 
Thy mourniog makes my heart fuU (ad • 
fialow, my boy» thy mother*8 joy, 
Thy fathe^ brtd me great annoy. 
Balowy my boy» &c. 

Balowy my darling, fleep awhile. 
And when thou wak*ft^tben fweetJy fmilej 
But Troile not u thy father did. 
To cozen maids ; nay, Ood forbid ! 
For in thine eye his lock I fee^ 
The tempting look that ruined me. 
Balqw^jHL^y, &c. 

'Wked^^^^Ro court my loTe, 
Ai^f^^^^TOgar^d words to move. 
His tem^ng face* and flatt''ring chear. 
In time to roe M%ot appear $ 
Bot now I fee, that cruel he 
Cares neither for his babe nor me. 
Balow my boy, fcc. 

Farewel, farewel, thou falfeft youth 
That ever fwerv*d from facred truth. 
Oh ! may no maiden, after me. 
Submit unto thy cnurtefy t 
For, if (he does, O! cruel thou. 
Wilt her abufe, and care not how. 
Balow my boy, &c. 

I was too ready to believe. 
Nor thought thou ever coutdft deceive t 
You fwore for ever true to prvve, 
Thy faith unchanged, unchanged thy love | 
Billy f ajdb jf ehougbtp the change ia wrou|ht, 
Xfr/ Jare's ao more, tbf promiCe ooaght. 
Bahw my baf^ 4&u 



I wiih I were a maid again. 
From young men*s flattery Td refraiD, 
For now unto my grief i find, 
They all are perjor*d and unkind s 
Bewitching charms bred all my harflUf 
Witnefs my babe within my arms. 
Balow my boy, dec. 

A parent's fond anxiety. 
My haplefs infant, hangs o>r the«. 
ru fold thee dofe within my arma. 
And fondly dwell o*er all thy charms. 
Then reft, my darling, free from fear. 
No rude alarm can reach thee here. 
Balow, my boy, ftc. 

Balow, my boy, weep not for me, 
Whofe greateft pain is wronging thee ; 
Nor, if you rife to man*seftate. 
Mourn an imprudent mother's fate s 
Too foon, alas! that motber finds. 
With faireft tongues are fallisft mindi. 
Balow, my boy, &c. 

Balow, my boy, thy father's fled. 
Who dragg*d perdition on my head. 
Of vows and oaths forgetful, he »- ' ' 
Preferred the wars to thee and me. 
Who knows but there fome ftroke divine 
May make him ht\ thy curfe and mine. 
Balow, my boy, ftc. 

Ah, why our cuife ! perhaps now he. 
Stung With remorfe, is blefiing thedt 
Perhaps at death \ for who can tell 
Whether the Judge of heaven and hell. 
By fome proud foe. has ftrock the blow. 
And laid the dear deceiver low. 
Balow, my boy, fcc. 

I wilh 1 veie yj\xVAxi \Vit.\»«^Tv^\> 

Where Vie \ie% ^tn«t\\e.t*^ \ti Vv* xawaU* 

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0*er hit p«Te corfe I*d heave a fieh. 
While ail my wrongi forgotUo Ue« 
B»lo^» mjr boy, Sec, 

Balow^ my boy, I'll weep for thee ; 

Too foon, «las ! ch(Mi*lt weep f«r me : 

Thy gr'ufi are grf>wing to a fum> 

God t,rant thee patience when tSey come ! 

Bom to fuftAin thy mother^ (ha.ney 

A haplefi fate, a baftard*s name. 



SONG 
Written by Mrs 



1143. 
f 
Taylok. 



ST RE ^» H O N hu fafliion, wit and youth, 

With ail things eife that pleafe; 
He noctiing wanii b<tt love and troth 

To ru n me with eafe: 
But he is flint* and bears the.art 

To kindle ftrong dtrfirr ; 
Hli powV inflames another** heart. 

Yet he ne'er feel* the fire. 

O ! how it docs my foul pp* plex, 

When I his charms rec 1, 
To think he ihould defoifr the fex, 

Or worfe, (hould love >m all. 
My wearied heart, like Noah's dove, 

Thasfeektin vain for reft; 
Finding no hope to ftx it*s love, 

Reiurn; into my breaft. 



SONG 



1144. 



'PELL my Strephon that I die $ 
Let echoes to each other tail. 
Till the mournful accents fly 

To Strephon *s ear, and all it well. 

But geotly breathe the fatal truth, 
And foften every haiher found, 

For Strrphon*8 fuch a tender youth. 
The fofceft words too deep will wound. 

Now fountains, echoes, all be dumb; 

F( r Oiould J coft my twain a tear, 
I fliould repent it in my tomb, 

And grieve I bought my reft fo dear. 



SONG 1145. 

Written by Mr. Tomiikj. 

^ffa AT eharmd docs »ny Laur-^ difciofe! 

What beauties her perfon a orn J 
She is fweet as the new-hudded rofe, 
And foft as the dew of the morn. 

Her air, how engagingly fweet ! 

What meiody flows from her tongue ! 
In her all the graces have met; 

She is fair, ihe is blooming, (he's young. 
The cb»rmi of her form, tho* fo bright. 
Are excrU'd by the charma of her mmA \ 
There ftnfe Mitd ^ond-oature unite. ^ 
Poiittncis and eafe a&c combia'd^ 



No frowBf (Ml her brow ever lovr. 
Soft pity prefldct in her breaft j 

No paflions her temper to four j 
Her fool it for ever at reft. 

At the dove (he is harmfefa an4 mild. 
And like that (he's devoid of all art i 

She is fweet fen(sbility*t child, 
Aad innocence reigns in her heart. 

Ye powVs that pre(ide over love. 
With pity attend to my prayV, 

And grant that my Laura may prove 
That (he is n«t lefi kind than fh«*a fvm 

O would (he my paifinn approve. 
Then I (hould fupremely be bleft ! 

All the day would I fp^d with my love, 
And at night I*d repofe on her breaft. 

' . — • s ' 

SONG 1146. 

Written by Mr. Da t den. 

QN a bank, be(ide a willow, 

Heaven her covering, earth her pillow* 
Sad Aminta ti^Vd alone : 
From (he chearlefs dawn of morning. 
Till the dews of night returning. 

Singing, thus (he made her moan { 
Hope is bani(h*d, 
Joys are vani(h*d, 
Damoo, my belov*d, is gone* 

Time, I dare thee to difcover 
Such a youth, and fuch a lorer; 

Oh ! fo true* fo kind was hfr 
Damon wai the pritie of nature^ 
Charming in hit every feature* 
Damon liv*d alone for me i 
Melting kiifea. 
Murmuring bliftet. 
Who (o liv*d and lov*d as we \ 

Never (hall w#curfe the mornings 
Never bleft the night reruming. 
Sweet embracet to ret^orej 
Never (hall we both lie dying ^ 
Nature failing, love fopplving 
All the )ovl he drained ^ 
Death come end ,me. 
To befriend me ; 
Love and Damon are no more I 



I befOnH^^ 



SONG ii47« 

Written by Mr. Collins. 

Sung in Cymbffine* 

1^0 fair Fiiele's gra(ry tomb 

Soft mi}ds and village hinds (hall briog 
Each op'ning fweet of earlieft bloom. 
And rilie all the breathing fprin^ 

No wailing ghoft (hall dare appear 
To vex %vith (hrieks this quiec grove; 

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Bat female f^yt fhall haunt the green, 
And drefs thy grave with pearly dew. 

The red-breift oft at evening hours 
Shall kindly lend hi« little aid. 

With hoary mofsy and gathered flow*n» 
To deck th( ground where thou art laid. 

When howling winds and beating r«in 
In tempefts ihake the fylran cell ) 

Or *miuft the chafe upon the plain 

The tender thought on thee (hall dwell. 

Each lonely fcenc fhall thee reftore. 
For thee the tear be duly flied ; 

Belov'd, tlH life can charm no niDrei 
And iQOurn*d, till pity*t felf be dead. 

S O N.O 1148. 

Written hj Sir Ricmabd Stixli. 

p R O M place to place, forlorn, I gOf 
With downcaft eyet, • filent fliade } 
Forbidden to declare my woe j 
To fpeak, till fpokea to, afraid. 

My inward pangt, my fecret grief. 
My f^^ft confenting lo^kt betray ) 

He loves, but gives me no relief } 
Why rpeaki not he— who may ? 



SONG 



1149. 



'J^HERE is ofie dark and fullen hour. 

Which fate decrees our lives ihouh know, 

Elfe we (hould flight th* Almighty power^ 
Wrapt in the joys we find below t 

*Tis pa^ dear Cynthia, now let frowns be gone, 
A long, long penance 1 have done 
For crimes, alas ! to oic unknown. 

In each foft hour of filent night 

Vour image in my dream appears | 
I grafp the foul of ay delight# 

hlumber in joys, but wake in tears 1 
Ah! faitblefs, charming faint,what will jou do? 

Let MVdf think I am, by you, 

Lov'Bft fbr being true. 

SONG 2150. 

p* A I R, and fof*:, and gay, and young, 

AM charms ! Iht play*d, flae dancM, ihe fang, 
There was no way to *fcape the dart^ 
No care could guard the lover^s heart. 
Ab ! why, cry*d I, and drnpt a tear, 
(Adoring, yet defpai ring e*er 
To have her to myfelf alone) 
Was fo much fweetnefs made for one ? 

But growing bolder, in her ear 
J in loft numbers told my care s 
She heard, and raised roe from her feet^ 
And fecmM to glow with equal heat. 
Like heaven's, too mighty to cxprefs» 
lAyioyi eoold but be known by guefs 1 
Ah f f0ol, fMid I, what have J done. 
To wUh her made fw mtit than ooe f 



But long I had nor hem in view, 
Before her eyes their beams withdrew; 
Ere 1 had reckon'd half her charms. 
She funk into another's arms. 
But (he that once could faithleft be. 
Will favour kirn no more than me : 
He, too, will find himfelf undone. 
And that fte was not made for one. 



SONG 1151.. 

Written by Mr. Hamilton. 

Y£ ihepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay 

plain. 
Approach from your fports, and attend to my 

ftrain ; 
Amongft all your number a lover fo true 
Was nc*cr fo undone with foch blifs in his view. 

Was ever a nymph fo hard-hearted as mine ? 
She knows me fmcere, and (he fees how I pine) 
She does not dilda*n mc,nor frown in her wrathf 
But calmly and mildly refigns me to death. 

She calls me her friend, but her lover denies | 
She fmiles when Tm chearful, but hears not 

my fighs. 
A bofom fo flinty, fo gentle an air, 
Infpires me with hope, and yet bids me defpair* 

I fall at her feet, and implore her with tears; 
Her anfwer confounds, while her manner 

endears : 
When fof:ly (he tells me to hope no relief, 
My trembling lips blefs her,in fpite of my grief. 

By night, when 1 (lumber, f^ill haunted with 

care, 
I ((art up in angut(h, and (igH for the fair: 
The fair fleeps in peace, may (he ever do fo t 
And only when dreaming imagine my woe. 

Then gate at a diftance, nor farther afpire. 
Nor think (he could love whom ihe cannot 

admire : 
Hu(h all thy complaining, and dying herflave,* 
Commend her to heaven, thyfelf to the grave. 



SONG 115a. 

f H O* cruel you feem to my pain. 

And hate me becaufe 1 am true } 
Yet, Phyllis, you love a falfe fwain,. 
Who has other nymphs in hii view. 

£njoyment*s a trifle to him. 
To me what a heaven *twoold be I 

To him but a woman you feem» 
But, ah I you're an angel to me. 

Thofc \\^% eiVAcVv Vt xw^^«v\u\«!^^ 
To tV\etiv \ i«t «^T t<i>a\^ v«* \ 



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Tbit trm, Hke a lily fo white, 
MHiich over his ihoalders you lay. 

My bofom could warm it all night, 
My lips they could prefi it all day. 

Were I like a monarch to reign, 
Were gracea my fuljedts to be^ 

rd leave them, and fly to the pUin» 
To dwell in a cottage with thee. 

But if I muft feel yoar difdain, 
If tean cannot cruelty drown | 

Oh ! let me not live in this pain^ 
But give me my death in a frovirrf* 



SONG 



1153. 



AMACaKONTIC. 

Written by Mr. ToMLiMf. 

J]ER£ am I in this world of ftrife. 

And bound to tread the path of life; 
How much it pad I know, but that 
Which is to come, my future fate. 
Uncertain is, cr when or where. 
Then what have 1 to do yrlth care } 
Care, get thee gone, for e'er 1 die, 
rU laugh, and drink my goblet dry. 



S O M G 1x54. 

Y DUNG I am, and yet un(kiird 

How to make a lover yield i 
How to keep, and how to gain* 
When to love, and when to feign. 

Take me, take mr, fome of you. 
While I yet am young and true j 
£re I can my foul difguiiV, 
Heave my brea/Vs, and roil my eyes. 

Stay not till I learn the way 
How to lye, and to betray ; 
He that has me iirft, is bieft. 
For I may deceive the reft. 

Could I 6nd a blooming youth 
Full of love, and full of tnnh, 
Briik) and of a janty mien, 
.1 fliould long to be fifteen. 



SONG 1155. 

Written by SirCHABLSs Sedlit. 

Damon, if you win believe me, 

*Tis not iighing on the plain. 
Song nor fonnet can relieve ye : 
Faint attempts in love are vai*. 

Urge but home the fair occafioa. 

And be mafter of the field ; 
To a poweifuf, kind iovafion, 

*Twere a madnefs not to yield. 

l^ove gjyef out a large commiffion^ 
Still hdiiigrnt to the brave ; 
Bu: ooe do of ba£e omil^ion 
Sev9f WQOUA jet r'ur^vc* 



Tho* (be v#wa ike*^ iw*er pcrarit yrcy 
Criet, you're rude and much to blaae» 

And with tears implores your pltj i 
Be not merdful, for Ibansc. 

When the fierce aflault is over, 
Chloris time enough will find. 

This her cruel furious lover 

Much more gentle, not fo Jsiad. 



SONG 1156. 

IDWIIf Xko itheltkd*. 

QNE parting kifs, my Ethelindel 

Young Edwin faulc'ring cried, 
I hear thy father's hafty tread. 
Nor longer mui} I bide. 

To-morrow eve, in vonder woo4» 
Beneath the well-known tree. 

Say, wilt thou meet thy own true loTe* 
WhoTe only joy's in thee ? 

She clafp'd the dcar-beloved jontb^ 
And figh'd, and dropt a tear) 

Whatever oetioe my only love, 
ril furely meet thee there. 

They kifs, they part} a lifl'ning pa|« 

To malice ever benr, 
OVrheard their talk, and to hit lori 

Reveal'd their fond intent* 

The baron's brow gr^w dark with frowait 

And rage difiiin'd )iii f heekj 
Heavens ! (hall a v^aI /hepherd dare 

My daughter's love to fcek I 

But know, rafb boy, thy bold attcapC 

Full forely (halt thou rue{ 
Nor e'er again, ignoble maidy 

Shalt thou thy lover view. 

The dews of evening faft did faU^ 

And darkoefs fpread apace. 
When Ethelinde, with beating hrnA^ . 

Fiew to th' appointed place. 

With eager eye Ae looks artHiiii« (^ 
No Edwin there was (t^n x ^''1^ 

He was not wont to break kia faithf 
What can his abfence mean ! 

Her heart beat thick at ev'ry noife. 
Each ruftling thro* the wood ; 

And now (he travers'd quick the gnmad. 
And now the lift'ning ftood. 

Enliv'ning hppe, and chilling fear. 

By turns her bofom ikare \ 
And now ihe calls upon his niQif^ 

Now weepa in (ad defpair. 

Meantime the day's laft gl'mm*rtngs Aed| 

And, blackening all the ikj, 
A hideous tempeft dreadful roft, 

Aad thunders roli'd on hfgh. 

PooT Et.h«Unde aghaft, difmaj*d» 
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now, iny Edwin dear f 
aid I want : 
>ding heart foretelt 
d canft not grant. 

U) pangt, and beat with 

loft ihe rovet ; 
eaven with catoeft prayV, 

hioi Ibe lovet. 

ant taper*8 ray 
icg on her fight | 
le guidet her faiotlng fteft 
welcome light. 

c peaceful dwelt 
fterM wild, 
fat upon h4« brow, 
era Toft ^nd mild. 

>fpitable door, 
Innh-ing viewM 
(in'l graceful forn, 
e tempeft aude. 

nnaid, whoever thoo art, 
n fliHtcr'd cdl $ 
e thy wearied feet, 
nd lafety dwell. 

art-wrung ftart'iog tear, 
ought to know, 
ity*.s fooihing looks^ 
her woe. 

told her mournful tale« 
. with dread they hear 
i with dying groans, 
iroadiing near. 

help, they loudly cry^ 
re bleeds to death; 
lalfam quickly give, 
parting breath. 

: they lay him dowsy 
with many a wound ; 
fight I 'twas Edwia*i felf 
( on the ground. 

rief poor Ethelittde 

»dyfalli} 

;ye8, my Edwin dear^ 

ide that calli. 

v'd found rtcah h!a life, 
clofing eyes, 

lurmoring out her nafflc^ 
e faintSj he dica ! 

in dumb defpalr 
I Edwin dead ) 
eyes, her lipt torn*d paley 
rarm fpini (led. 

SONG 1157. 
Sung in C§mmt» 
\»%, learn your llres to mtafhre, 
ngth of time, but pteafait { 
I InTite, comply ; 
f pMofe, thtyHyt 
: pace they keep, 
f cIma thf^y cretf « 



Mortals, leamr vovr-livef^tonieiAire^ 
Not by length of time, but pl«il«ne; 
Soon your fprtog rouft have a fail j 
Lofing youth, is lofiog all i 
Then you*U alk» but none will givc« 
And may Itrfger, but nut live. 



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SONG 115S. 

Written by Mr. Eatom* 

f ELL mt not I my time mifpeod» 

'Tis time loft to reprove me $ 
Purfue thou thine, I have my eody 
So Chloris only prise me« 

Tell me not other's flocks are full. 
Mine poor, let them defpife thee 

Who more abound in milk fnd woolf 
So Chioris only priie me* 

Tire othtrt* ewSxr ears with thefe 

Unappertaining Aories^ 
He never fieek the world's difeafe. 

Who- cares not for her glories. 

For pity, thoo that wifer art, 

Whofe thoughts lie wide of mine. 

Let me alone with my own heart. 
And ril ne*or envy chine. 

Nor blame him, whoever blames my wiC^ 

That feeka no higher, priae. 
Than in unenvy*d (hades to fit. 

And &f»g of Clilorts* eyes* 



SONG 1159. 

Written by Mr. CoMoaivE. 

J Tell thee, Charmion, could I time retriew^ 

And could again begin to love and live. 
To you I ihould my earlieft ofiTVing give | 
I know my eyes would lead my heartto yoU^ 
And I Ihould all oiy oaths and vows renew j- 
But, to be plain, 1 never would be true. 

For by our weak and weary truth, I find. 
Love hates to centi^ In a point tffign*d. 
But runs with joy the circle of the minds 
Then let us never chain what ihould be free^ 
But for relief of either fex agree ; 
Since women love to change, and fo do we^ 



SONG 1160. 

Written by Mr. ETHXitixcau 

Y B ^*PP7 fwaina whofe hearts are ftt€. 

From love*8 inu>erial chain. 
Take warning, and he taught by me 

T* avoid ch* inchanting pain i 
Fatal the wolves to trembling fiockst 

Fierce winds to UofiToflM prove. 
To carelefs feamen hiddea T%dk&« 
. To hunuA \uvtt \o^«. 

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Who ever gsc*d on beaateouft cyet 
Th4t tailed quiet more ? 

How faiihlers it the lover*s joy! 

How conftanc is their care ! 
The kind with falihoOd do deftroy. 

The cruel with defpair. 

SONG 1161. 

AKACiyOKTIC* 

Written by Mr. Tomliws, 
§OME fiog of Thebanh fome of Pbrygiaru, 

Of mighty men, who now tie Stygfaos^ 
And in heroic numbtri tril 
Now many Grceics and Trojani fell 
In war before proud J il. urn's town ) 
] Ang 00 (laughiers but my own t 
*Tit not from hoiTe or foot 1 Ay, 
I vaoc)uifii*d am by Chlos's eye. 



SONG nil. 

YE little iovo ^^*t round her wait. 

To bring me tidings of ray fate, 
As Celia on her pillow lies. 

Ah ! gently wbifpet— -Strephon diet. 

If this will not her pity more. 

And the proud f^ir difdains to love» 

Smiie and fay *Tit all a lye. 

And haughty Strephon fcorns to die. 



SONG 1263. 

FRILAKOXR AND DAFHNI. 

Sung at Vauxhall. 

rniLAhDZR. 

J) E A R E S T Daphne, turn thine eyes. 

Jocund day begins to rife ; 
See? the mosn, with lofcs crown*d, 
Sprinkling dew-drops on the ground. 
Love invites to yonder grove. 
Where none but lovers dart to rove. 
Let us hade, make no deiay j 
Cupid calls, we muft obey. 

BAPI!|*.ir. 

Ah, Philand-r! I *m afraid; 
Thcic poor Laura was beiray'd 
By young Strfphon's fubtle wiles, 
.Soothing words, and artful fmiles. 
Simple mji'ds are foon undone, 
When their eafy hearts are won. 
l*refs n:;e not, 1 mu<^ away, 
And honour*} ftri^ commands obey. 

FHILAKDElt. 

Gentle Daphnr, fear not you, 
I'll he ever kind and true ; 
Think 00 more on Laura's fate. 
View yon turtle, and his mate ; 
See how freely they impart 
Th* impulft ofcAch other's heart. 

Like theai, tny fair, let's fvoct ani ^Vi^ ^ 

Ndtitre prompit ua tj uUcj* 



SAraifS* 

Shepherd, 1 perceive yoor aiiVi, 
You and Strephon are the famei 
You like him woo'd me betray, 
Sho«*d I tmft to what yoa fay« 

mjiiAiiDBa. 

If Daphfte doubts, let Hym«n*t kanJa 
This ioftant join oor wilUng h&n^ 
The invitation I obeyi 
And lovt with hoaour will repay. 



SONG 11(4. 

LOVE an* Folly were at play. 
Both too wanton to be wife. 
They fell out, and in the fray 
Fully put out Cupid*B cy«|. 

Straight the criminal was try'd. 
And had this puntfhment afllfn*d. 

Folly 4sould to Love be ty*4. 
And condema*d to leaid the blind. 



SONG 1x65. 

j^S amorous fwain t<vJmio pray*d. 

And thus his fuit did movej 
Give me, oh ! give me the dear maid. 
Or take away my love. 

The goddefs thdnder*d from the fluet. 

And granred his requeft i 
To make him happy, made him %ife, 

And drove her f^m kit bread. 



SONG 1166. 

Written by Dr. PzacT. 

Q N^vqr* wi^ chou go with me. 

Nor figh to leave the Aaonting town} 
Can filent slens have charma for thee. 

The lowly cot and ruffet gown I 
No longer draft in fi.ken (keen. 

No longer deckM with jewels rait^ 
Say, canft thou quit each courtly feene. 

Where thou wert faireft of the fair f 

O Nancy 1 when thouVt far away. 

Wilt Chou not caft a wifr behind ? 
Say, canft thou face the parching ray. 

Nor ihrink before the wintry windf 
O can that (oit and gentle mien 

Ex^tremes of hardfliip learn to beaf^ 
Nor, fad, regret each courtly fcene. 

Where thou were faireft of tke Cair ? 

O Nancy I canft thou love fo true. 
Thro* perils keen with me to go; 

Or when thy fwain miihap Aall roe. 
To (hare with him the pang of woe } 

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t laft thy love fliill die, 
receive his piling bretth ) " 
preft each ftruggUng figh» 
with fmilrt the bed of death T 
>u o*cr his breathleft cUjr 
rerx, and drop the tender tear; 
;ret thofe fcenei (b gay, 
)ki were faireft of the fair f 



SONG 1167. 

Oltnda, I defpife 
i glorief of your face^ 
vig'Mir of your eyei, 
ODce-lov*d embractf. 

rain, my conAant heart 
vings atcemptt to meet) 
d fpeed, thofe flames yo« darty 
and flutters at yoar feet. 

your decay of power, 
have pointed beauties ftiUy 
as ! they wound no more ) 
ot hurt what cannot feel. 

I climes your beams difplay, 

II may cheriOi with your heat, 
i fun to gild their day, 
tenighted, when you fet. 

SONG 1168. 

by the Earl of RocHiSTBt. 

>aft life Is mine no more, 
ing hours are gone ; 
ory dreams given o'er, 
;es are kept in ftore 
»ry alone. 

hat is to come, is not j 
en, can it be mine/ 
C moment's all my lot, 
as faft as it is got, 
is only thine. 

lot of inconftancy, 
Tts, and broken vows i 
racle, can be 
>ng minute true to thee, 
hat heaven allows. 



SONG 1169. 

IB LASS OF THS Mir.l«. 

as e*cr been at Baldock mufl needs 

ow the mill, 

of the horfe,at the foot of the hill; 

grave and the gay, the clown and 

au, 

1 dtftin^ion promifcoufly go. 

f the mill bat a daughter fo fair, 
sfingM Aapef and fo winning tn air, 
'/I thg evcT'gretn bank as I ftood, 
wu VMutp >'iA i^ng from.lhc 



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But looking igaln, I perceived my miflake. 
For Venus, iho* fair, has the look of a rakej 
While nothing but virtue and modefty fill 
The more beautiAil looks of the lafs of th« 
mill. 

Prometheus ftole flre, ts the poets all fay. 
To enliven that mafs which hemodrirdofclay; 
Nad Poyy been there, the beams of her ryes 
Had favM him the troabl<i of robbing the (kief* 



lince firft f beheld this dear Uft of the mill, 

can ne^er.be at quiet, but do what I will. 

All the day aod all night I figh and think ftiil, 

I fhali die if 1 have not this lafs of the nail. 



SONG 1170. 

Writun by Mr. Tomlins. 

QLE ST be the man whofe bofom beats 

To hear the anxious tale of woe, 

Whofe genVous heart wirh pity melts. 

And bids the tender tear to flow : 

Whofe bour\teousrhand has wip'd the dew 
From poverty's afflided cheek ; 

Whofe fearch misfortune's haunt has fpnndy 
And eas'd diArefs that feax'd to ipeak. 

When he to fate refills his breath, 

Regrette.l and rever'd by all. 
Then oft, full oft, 4ipon his tomb. 

The tear of gratitude (hall fall. 



SONG 1171. 

^ H A T ! put eflf with one denial^ 

Aod not make a fecond trial ^ 
Vou might fee my eyei confentlng. 
All about me was relenting ) 
Women, ob!ig'd to dwell in forms. 
Forgive the youth that boldly ftormi. 

Lovers, when yon figh and langutlhy 
When you tell ui of your angoifli, 
To the nymph yoa*ll be more pleafinf 
When thofe forrowt yon are cafing : 
We love to try how far men dare, 
And never wifli the foe fl&ould (pare. 



SONG zxyi. 
Written by Soamb JsNTNt, Efq* 

^HEN firft I fought fair CdU't love, 
^ A nd ev'ry charm was new, 

I fwore by all the gods above 
To be for ever true. 

But long in vain did I adore. 
Long wept and figh'd in vain ; 

She ftill protefted, vow'd, tnd fwpre 
She ne'er would eafe m^ ^ikti. 

I At \aft o''tTCOtikt> fti^ m%^t tn«.\\%^v 

And yitUed aX\ V«i t\iwtti\ \ 
i And I fgtfook Viftt ^>vefw ^^«%^% 
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But let Dot this, dear Citlia, now 
To mge thy bread incliney 

For why, fince you forgot your tow^ 
Should J rtmember mioe f 



SONG 



1173. 



Q O R I NN A coft ne mioy a prayV, 

Ere 1 her heart couU $M\th 
But flie ten thoufand more iKo«ld hear 
To take that heart again. ' 

Defpair I thought the greateft curfe^ 

But to my coft I find 
Corinna*s conftancy ftill worfe. 

Mud cruel when too kind. 

How blindly then does Cufid carre^ 

How ill divide the joy ; 
"Who doet at /irft his lovers ftatYe, 

And- then with plenty cloy ! 



SONG 



1174. 



3 W A I N, thy hopelefa palfion fmother» 

Pcijur'd CeJfa loves another; 
In* his arms I faw her lying, 
Panting, k'fTing, trembiint;, dyijig ; 
There the fair decriver fwore. 
All die did to you befixe* 

Oh? fsid you, when (he deceivrs met 
When that coifftant creature leaves me, 
Jfis^^warera back iha!! fly. 
And leave their ooay channels dry ; 
Turn, ye waters, leave your fliorcy 
Perjur*d Celia loves no more. 



SONG 



1175. 



(^UPID, inftruA an amoro«« fvHiin 
Some way to tell the nymph his pain. 

To common youths unknown ; 
To talk of ITghs, and flantes, and darts. 
Of bleeding wounds, and burning hearts^ 

Are methods vulgar giown. 

What need*/! tb"n tejl \ (the god reply'd) 
That love the ihrpherd cannot hide, 

The nymph will quickly find j 
Whffn Phcbiis does his beams difplay. 
To cell mea graveiy th'dt *ci$ da), 

Ii to fuppofe them blind. 



SONG X176. 

Written by Mr. Conoaeti. 

'J* ELL me no more I am deceived, 

Th;ic Chloe*s falfe and common j 
J always knew (at Iraft believM) 
She WIS 9 y^Tj woman t 
As fuch i i\k.'ii^ as Aich carefs'd. 
She am was cooftanr when poficfs^ay 
Sb9 cvigjj do aiorc ;*or no mmo* , 



But oh I her thoughts onctiiCrt rani 
And that yob thiak a hard thing 1 

Perhaps Ae fancy*d you the aan } 
And what care I one farthiaf ? 

Yoo think fte*a M(9^ Vm fare ihe*t kioi, 

I take her hody» you her miad» 
Who haa the better baigaiii f 



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SONG 1177. 

Written by Lord' La ho snow v. 

QHLOE*s the wonder of her (ex, 

*ris weirhcr heart is tender j 
How might (u^h killing eyea perplex^ 
With virtue to defend her 1 

But nature, gra^ioufly incltii*d. 

With liberal* hand to pleafe.ua^ 
Has to her houndlefo beauty joaaM 

A boundlefs bent to eafe us. 



SONG 1178. 

yA IN are the charms of white and red. 

Which paint the blooming fair ; 
Give me the nymph whofe (n»m ia fpread 
Not o*er her face, but hair. 

Of fmoother cheeks the winning grace 

With open force defies ; 
But in the wrinkles of her face 

Cupid in ambo/hlies. 

If naked eyes fet hearts on btase^ 
And a ntoroos warmth infpire; 

Thro' glafs, who darts her pointed rayij 
Lights up a fieioer fire. 

Nor rivals, nor the train of ytart. 

My peace or blifs deftroy; 
Alive, flie gives no jealous fears. 

And dead, /he crowns my joy. 



SONG H79. 

^ H L O E brtik and gay appcart^ 

On purpofe to invite ^ 
Yer, when I prefs her, flie, in taers. 
Denies her fole delight. 

WhiJft Celia, (eomtng Ay and coy^ 
To all her favours grants ^ 

And fecretly receives that joy. 
Which others think Ike wxn^. 

I woiiTd, but fear I never Qnl\, 

With either fair agtee 5 
For Celia will be kind to al^ ' 

Bet Chloe won*t to me. 



SONG X180. 
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heir blindly tmpiout pride 
dare contemn thy flory} 
ly fall that deify*d 
ame, and fealM thy Rory. 

ew fuflTiingf can prepare 
her praife Co crown tkee ; 
' firft deatli proclakn thee fair, 
cond will dethrone thee. 

fill doubt thou caaft entice 
her for thy foU ; 
hou burn one victim twice, 
L Xhtt both foot and cruel. 



SONG iiSt. 

quick fpirit of your eye» 
anguiih, and anon muft die ; 
fwect and every grace 
from that forfaken face; 
elia* let ui reap our joys, 
: foch goodly fruit deftroyi. 

It golden fleece moft grow 
fret from aged fnowj 
bright funi maft know 00 Aade, 
- frefli beauty ever fade| 
elia, fear not to beftow 
11 being gathered, ftill moft grow, 

either time hia fickle briagt 
D^ or elfe in vain hit wings* 



S O K O iiSs. 

I when love I feem^d to flight, 

lit fmirdy aa well flie might | 

faid flie, our throne may tremble, 

' province now invade, 

:e up our royal trade; 

e*en men, do now diilcmblf, 

ift^ur empire*i laid. 

by the wife and grave^ 
ivas to be a (lave ; 
fs founded arbitrary ; 
fe to hide my flame, 
ip, a difcreeter name; 
e fcoros one jot to vary ; 
love, or nothing, claim. 

tTf or pretend, 

han the warmeft friend; 

(hip of another kind la 

coin of grofs allay, 

>ad will fcarce defray; 

one gtain is worth the Indus, 

e ii current pay. 



S O N O 11S3, 

Written by Mr. Shxmstonz. 

'ph^rds, gtwe €Mr to my Jiy, 
uke ao more heed of my jhttf ; 
'■ nothiag to do but to ftraj, 
othing to do but Cp weep. , 



Yet do not my folly reprove ; 

She wai fair— and my paffion begun ; 
She fmird-^^end I could not but love; 

She is faith left—and 1 am undone. 

Perhaps I was void of all thought; 

Perhaps ic was plain to forefee. 
That a nymph fo compleat would-be fought 

By • f wi)in more engaging than rae. 
Ah ! love ev*ry hope can infpire, 

it baniflics wiidoa the while; 
And the lip of the nymph we admire 

Seems forever i\dorn*d with a fmile* 

She is faithlefs, aad I am undone ; 

Ye that witneft.the woes 1 eaduae^ 
Let reafon inftro^t jhhi to ihun 

What it cannot inArutt yoa to cure* 
Beware how ye loiter io vain* 

Amid nymphs of an higher degrees 
It is not for mtf t6 explain 

How fair kad how fickle they be. 

ye woods I fpread your branches apace. 
To your deepeft recetTes f fly ; 

1 would hide with the beafts of the chace; 
I would vani/h from every eye. 

Yet my reed (hall refound through the grove* 
With the fame fad complaint it begun; 

How file fmird, and 1 could not but love; 
Was faithlefs, and J am undone. 



S O N O 1184. 

A SI6M. 

Q E N T LE' air, thou breath of lorers, 

Vapour from a fecret fire. 
Which by ihecitfelf difcovers. 
Ere yet daring to afpire. 

Softeft note of whifper*d angulfii. 

Harmony *s aefined part ; 
Striking, white thou feem*ft to languifii. 

Full upon the lift*ner*s heart. 

Softeft meiTenger of paifien, 
Stealing thro* a cloud of fpies, 

Which cooftrain the outward f^fiiien, 
Clofe the lips, and guard the eyes. 

Shapelefsfigh, we ne*er can fl^w thee. 
Formed but to afiault the ear; 

Yet> ere to their coft they know thee* 
£v*ry iiymph may read thee here. 



SONG 1185. 
Written by Mr. Wallii^. 

Th%t , Wke % tv«^Xt ^'^^^ ^"^^^^ ^^'^ . ^ 



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The eaglets fate and mine are oaey 

Which on the Ihafc chat made him 'die« 

lEfpy'd a feather of hh owoy 

Wherewith he ui*d to foar fo high. 

Had Echo, with fo fweet a grace« 
Narciflui* loud comphinti retora'd ; 

Not for reflexion of his fice, 
ffutof bit voice, the boy had barn*d« 



SONG 1186. 

\Y^IN£, wine in theipomin]g 
Makes ua frolick and gay. 
That, like eagles, we foar 

In the pride of the day } 
GoHty fots of the night 

Only find a decay. 

Tis the fun ripes the grape. 
And to drinking gives light } 

We imitate him 

When by noon we*re at height | 

They fteal wine, who take it 
When he*s out of Aght. 

Boy, fill all the^laOes, 

Fill them up now he fiiines^ 

The higher he rifes, 
The mbrt he refines ; 

For wine and wit fail 

' As their maker declines. 



SONG 1187. 

\Y H y, Celirf, flu)uld you fo much ftrire 

Vour kindling paHion to conceal ? 
Your lip$, tho' they denial gire. 
Yet all your adions love reve^* 

III vain you firive, in vain, alas! 

The charming p'bHlon to difguife ; 
It glows, it blufiies on your face. 

And fparkies in your fwiniming eyes. 

Your eyes, thofs emblems of the heart. 
Still contradidl whatever you fay; 

And tho* your lips deny the fmarr, 
Your eyes are more believed than they. 



SONG 1188. 

JN vain, dear Chloe, you fuggeft. 
That I, inconAant, have polTeft, 

Or Iov*d a fairer ihcj 
Would you wiih eafe at once be cur*d 
Of all the ills you've long endured, 

Confult your glafs and me. 

I» then you think that I can find 

A nymph more f.i»r, or onr more kiad. 

You've reafoii for your fearij 
But if impartial )ou will prove 
To your owa beauty, or my love. 
Haw aeedlet's are yo«r tears \ 

//'/'/? my way I Aould by chance 
.^:*ceive or gtve a wanton glance^ 
i Jiks bui while I Vxw j 



How flight the glance, how faSnt the kl 
ComparM to that fubfttntial bills 
Which I receive from you ! 

With wanton flight the curious bee 
From flower to flower ftill wanders ftce. 

And where each bloflbm blows, 
Extrads the juice from all be meeU| 
But, for his quinteflence of fweeta. 

He raviihes the tofe. 

So, my fond fancy to employ 
On each variety of joy. 

From nymph to nymph I roam i 
Perhaps fee fifty io a day $ 
Thefe are but vifits that I pay. 

For CUoc it my home. 



SONG 1189. 

A a A C C« AK Al. X A N tOVC 

Written by Mr. Hxtwood. 

^j^'ELL met, joliy fellows, well met; 
By this bowl yoo^e all welcome, 11 
See where on the table *cis fee. 

And dcfign*d for the grave of our can 
From this focial convention, 
*Twill drive all contention. 
Save only who longeft can drink j 
Then fill op your giafles. 
And drink to your lalles. 
The head-ache take him that ikall ik 

Do but look at this glafs I here, boys, h 
around ; 
Why it fparkies like Phillis*s eye ; 
But *tis better by far, boys j for whc 
eyes wound. 
This balm to the wound will fupply t 
Then a fig for all thinking i 
Fill, fill, and be drinking | 
Let us drown all our cares and our fo 
Come, the toaft, boys, the toaft I 
There*s no time to be loft. 
For our cares will return with to-mor 



SO N G 1190. 

THB ATVic PXKX4 

^H£ N all the Attic fire was fled. 
And all the Roman virtue dead. 

Poor Freedom loft her feat ^ 
The Gothic mantle fpread anight. 
That damped fair virtue*s fading light. 

The mufes loft their mau. 

Where flioold they wander, what new ft 
Has yet a laurel left in ftore } 
To this bleft ifle they fteer ; 
Soon the Parnaflian choir was heard, 
^ooxv V\'«V4tfi<4CTed form appeared, 

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Hark, her f^reet Tolce all plilotiff founds^ 
See, Hie receives a tboufand uroundt^ 
If ihielded not by thtc 



SONG 1191. - 

p] W bleft htt my tiiiM beta I whtt days 

have 1 known 
Since wedluck'i foft bondage nude Jcfly my 

own t 
So joyful my heart !•» fo tafy nay chafa* 
That freedom iatafteiefi^ and rorlng a pain.* - 

Through walks grown whliwoodbijici at often 

we ftray. 
Around nt our boys and girls frolic and ptay | 
How pleafing the (port ii ! the wanton ones (tt. 
And borrow their k>okt from my Jcfly and me. 

To try her ^eet tcmpeft oft times I am feen* 

In revels all day with the nymphs of the green; 

Tho* painfal my abfeace^ my doabts ihe be- 
guiles. 

And meeu me at night with conpUanct and 
fmlles. 

What tho* on her checks the roic lofes it^s hue. 
Her cafe and good hamour bloom all the year 

through : 
Time ftill, as he flies, adds increafe toher truth, 
And gtvei to her mind what he fteals from her 

youth. 

Ye (hepherds fo gay, who make lore to enfnare« 
And cheat with falfe vows the too credulous 

fair i 
In fearch of true pleafure, how vainly you 

roam I 
To hold it for lifct you muft find it at 



S O N O II9X. 

pj U S H, ye birds, yonr amoroos talei| 

Purling rills In filence move ! 
Softly breathe, ye gentle gales> 
Left ye wake my flumb*ring lore* 

O the joy beyond ezpreffion. 
That enchanting form to own ! 

Then to hear the foft confeffioo. 
That her heart is mine alone. 



SONG 2193. 

THB roKP rAin. 

y^ HEN lovers for favours petition. 

Oh ! then they approach with refpcdl } 
But when in our hearts thcy*ve admijioql 
They ueat us with fcorn and ncgieA|^ 
*Tis dangerous ever to tiy them, ' 
So MttfiU Mre mtn to deeelre; 

'Tii ftfer, mueb fafor to £f tktm. 

So oMfy src mm4$ to Relieve. 



O Cupid f why art thou purfoCog 
Such endlefs defigns on my heart. 
To make v^orio food of my ruin. 
And doaC^on the d^ufe of my fmart 1 
In vai/do I ftrive to remove him } 
Atffe^on to reafon is blind { 
In fpite of his failings I love him, 
He*s charming, tho* falfe and unkind> 



SONG 1194. 

{^Y former time, how briik and gay. 

So blithe was J, aa blithe could be j 
But now Tm lad, ah ! weU-a-day, 
For my true love is gone to fee. 

The lads purfue, I ftrive to Aon, 
Their wheedling aru are loft on me^ 
For I to death ftiall love but one. 
And he, alas 1 is gone to lea. 

As droop the flowVs till light rttuny 
As mourns the dove it*s abfent (he j 
So will I droop, (o will I mourn. 
Till my true love returns from fee* 



SONG ZI95. 

JN this fliad^ bleft retreat 
I>e been wifliing for my dear ; 

Hark ! I hear his welcome feet 
Tell the lovely- charmer*s near* 

*Tis the fweet bewitching fwain. 
True to love*s appointed hour i 

Joy and peace now fmile again 1 
Love ! I own thy mighty power* 



SONG 1196. 

Song in Ctmui. 

3WEET Echo ! fweeteft nymph, that Uv*t 
unfeen 
Within thy airy cell. 
By flow meander*s margin greeiit 
And in the violet-embroider*d vale. 

Where the love-lorn nightingale 
Nightly to thee her fad fong moometh Wflli 
Carift thou not tell me of a gentle pair, 
That likeft thy NarciflTus are ? 

O ! if you have 
Hid them in fume flow*ry ceve{ 
Tell me but where. 
Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the fphcre^ 

So may*ft thou be tranflated to the Ikies, 
And give refounding grace to all hetven*e 
harmonies 1 



SONG 1197, 

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H'i* lips tre of the rofe*f hne^ 
Still droppiog with d fngtMnt dtm j 
Till ai the cedar he appeirs> 
Aad ■• tffcA hif iotm hm htm* 



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/Wide-fpreading trees their lejify 

O'er hftlf the plain extend* 
Or» in reflecting fountain! play'd. 

Their quivVing branches bend. 

Cooie, tafte the feafon in it^s pHmej 

And blefs the rifing yearj 
Ok ! how my foul grows fick of tiine» . 

.Till thou, xny love^ appear! 
- Then fhall I pafs the gbdrpmo day. 

Warm in thy beauty *a fhine« 
When thy dear flock fliail feed and play* 

And internix with mine. 

For thee of dotes a milk- white piic 

In Aiken bands 1 hold ^ 
For thee a firftling lambkin fair 

I keep within the fbid : 
If milk, white doves acceptance meet* 

Or tender lambkios p^eafe. 
My fpntiefs heart witiiout diccit. 

Be otfexM up with eaff. 



S O N O 1198. 

* Sung in the J7r£>£tfr*i O^rff* 

Y IRQ INS are like the fair flow'r in it's 

luftre. 
Which in the garden enamels the ground ; 
Near it, the bees in play flutter tndc^fter» 
And ^Ju Jy butterflies frolick arorund. 

But Mthtn once plock'd/tis n6 longer alluring, 
To Covenc-Garden *tis fent aiycc fweccf 

There ihi inks, and fides, and grows paft all eii- 
d urine; 
Rotsi fUnkS| and dies, and is trod under feet. 



SONG 1199. 

.\^H E N Flora decks the maotling bow^i 

In elegant aruy. 
And fcatters all her op*cing AowefS 
Tu co/BpUment the May j 

With glowiitg joy my bofom beatt> 
. I gaze. delighted round, 
Ar.d wifh \o fee the various fwefti 
in one zich nofegay bound. 

*Tis granted ; and their bloom Jiecay'J, 

To blefs my wondering Tiew, 
] fee them all, my beauteout maid^ 

] fee them til in yu«. 



SONG TS0O. 

Q N his face the vernal rofr*. 

Blended with the lilyj glowi; 
Hit locks arc as the raven bUck, 
Jm flnghtt woven dowfi hit back. 

Ht$ e/e» with milder beauties betm, 
Ttaa oiiiJng doves bc/idc (he flrtakm^ 
M§ youthful cheekf are beds of flQ«*ri|^ 
Maiffcn'd by rcfr€(h'ng IhowVi. 



SONG iftot. 

Song in the R§fe, 

J^H f 'think not to decenre me 

With flattVini oatht nnd kicf> 
*Tit all in vain, believe mc^ 
For lore has piercing eyes. 

A Irlflliig prefent given, 

Ofc binds aflTe^ion faft. 
And grateful woman's driTen 

To give herfelf at left. 



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I20X. 



Sang la tht Aa/f . 

Q R I G H T the flcy, and cilm the ooeaflj 

Now my bark will fweetly glide | 
Oh* how pleaAng is the mption. 
Sailing thus with wind and tide. 

Hidden rocks no more beguiling* 
Swelling fails the brertes coortf 

Cupid at th« helm fits fmiling » 
And conducts me fafe to port* 



SONG iiojv 

^ATURE give all creMnres arm«» 

Faithful guards from hoftile harms | 
Jaws the Ron brood defend. 
Horrid jawt that wide diflend ^ 
HArns the bull's reflftlrfi force. 
Solid hoofs the vigorous borfe» 
Nimble feet the fearful harCii 
Wings to fly the birdtof-tir« 

To the fox did wilas ordain. 
The craftieft of the fylvaa train { 
Tuflcs flu gave the grunting f^iae^ 
Quills th^ fretful porcupine; 
Fins to fwim the wat'ry k!iid» 
Min the virtues of the mind ; 
Nature lavifting her ftore, 
^Vhat for woman had flie mort I 

Helplefs woman, to be falr^ 
Beavfy M to wom&n'a ih«re { 
Beauty^ that oor wants, or fears » 
Sword or flames, or ihield or fpean ; 
Beauty ftronger aid afifordSf 
, Stronger far than fliield or fwordi ; 
Stronger far than fwords or iuelds^ 
Man himfelf to beauty yields. 



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Kindly to my wifli incKnc, 

Why will Diphne faithferi ftmtf 
Know m) foul it wholly thine, 

Aoi my heart ii forHi'd for love. 

Why, thus flight i (altbful fwaln. 
Who to love wai ever true { 

Why thui give that bofom pala. 
Which (o long hath % V4 for you ? 



SONG 1105. 
Written by Mr. Dbtpxv* 

^ ChoiT of bright beastict in iprii^ diJ ap- 
pear, 
To chufe a May-lady to govern tht ycar| 
All the nymphi were in white^ and tho ihep- 

herdi in green, 
The garland was giv*n, and Philltt wai qoeen: 
But FhilUi refused ic> and fighiag did fay, 
ril wear flot a garland while PaA it away, 

Whik Pan and fair Syrinx arc fled from dor 

ihore. 
The gracet are baniih*d, and love it no more : 
The fofc god of pleafure^ thu warm*d our de- 
fires. 
Hat broken hit bow, and eztinguj&*d hit Ami 
And vows that himfelf and hit mother will 

mourn. 
Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph retugi. 

Forbear your addrcdet , and court ut no more ; 
For we will perform what the deity fwore: 
But if you dare think of deferving our charmi, 
Away with jrour iheep-hookt, and talu to your 

armt : 
The laurelt and myrtlei your brows fluU adorn. 
When Pan, and hit fon, and fair Syrinx, re- 
turn. 



At the dreadful word phyiie, the njfll^h fled 

more faftj 
At the fatal word phyfic flie doubled htr haflc* 

Thou fond god of wifdom, then alter thj 

phrafe. 
Bid her view thy yooAg bloom, and thjrBTlih* 

ing rayt i 
Tell her left of thy knowledge, and iBore of 

thy charmi,* ^ 

And, my life forV^ the damfel fliaU fly to thy 

armt* 



SONG 1107. 

Writttfi 1^ Mr. WAiLta. 

pHILtlSL why 4o«ld we delay 

Pleafuret (horter than the day f 
Could we (which we nev^rcanlj 
Stretch our livet beyond their fpan { 
Beauty like a (hadow fliet. 
And our youth before nt diet. 
Or would youth, and beauty, flay. 
Love hath wlngtt and will away. 
Love hath fwitter wingt than time i 
Change in love to heaven doet climb $ 
Godi, thit never change their ftaUf 
Vary oft their love and hate. 

Phillii I (0 thie truth we owe 
All the love betwist ui two s 
Let not you and 1 en<|uire. 
What hat been our psift deiire; 
On what fhepherdt you have fmii'd. 
Or what nympht I have beguU*d : 
Leavrh to the planets, too. 
What we fhall hereafter do: 
For the joyi we now may prOf e^ 
Take advice of present love. 



SONG t2o6» 

ATOLLp MAXrMO LOVB, 

Written by Mr. TiCKitt. • 

J Am, cry*d Apollo, when Daphne he woo^d^i 
A.nd, panting for breath, the coy virgin 
' purfu*d; 

When hit wifdom, in manner moft ample, cx- 
preil 

The long lift of graces hit godflkip pofltft. 

l*m the god of fweet fong, and infpirer of layt. 
If or -for layt nor fweet fong the hk i feghi f e 

ftayi. 
l*m the god of the harp ftop, my faireft* In 

vain I 
Nor the harp, nor the harper^ could fetch her 

again. 

JTrVf plant, tw*rf flowV, tad thdf Tiftau 1 

kttowf i 

Cod of Ugkt Vm okorog gad of phjfic boim. 



SONG i208 



TBX HAVPT SWAIN* 



Written by Amsioib FniLi^t* 

(JAVE ye feen thelBoming flty» 

When the dawn pitvallt on high» 
When, anon, fone purple ray> 
Gives a fample of the day ; 
When, anon, the lark on wing^ 
Strives to foar, end ftraina to ling? 

Have ye feen th* ethereal hlee, 
CenlTy fliedding filver dew. 
Spangling o*er the filent green. 
While the nightingale, onfeen. 
To the moon and flers full bright, 
Lonefome chants the hymn of night? 

Have ye feen the broider*d May, 
All her fcented blooms difplay, 
Breese^ opening every hour, 
Th\t and x.\ka\. %i^^Tv%%!vti«t, 

F com e*t.Yk ^^fi^» ^t Vi«Rii^ \wu\t 
Have ^t, teeti ^e 4%tfflfie.vfc 
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Pr the lily'i dewy bell. 
In her glofly white excel) 
Or a gardeft Ytry'd o*er 
With • thoufind glories more ? 

Br the beaaties thefe dirplay, 
Morniog, eveojagy night» ;Dr day; 
By the pleafures thefe exerte, 
£nd]e(t fourcei of delight i 
Judge by them the joys I fiod^ 
Since my Rofaliod wai kind} 
Since ihe did herfelf refign 
To my VOWI9 for ever mine* 



SONG 1109. 

Song in the FrwvokU Hufisni* 

QH> rU have a ha&andl ay, marry | 
For why ihould 1 longer tarry 

Than other brjik girls have done ? 
For if I fray, till I grow grey, 
They*U call me old maid| and fafty old jade; 
So 1*11 no longer tarry; 
But ril have a hufband* ay, marry. 

If money can buy me one. 

My mother flie fays Vm too coming | 
And ftill in my ears (he ii drumminf* 

That I foch vain thoughts fliould ihon* 
My lifters they cry, O fye ! O fye ! 
But yet I can tee, they*re as coming as me| 
So let me have hufbands In plenty 1 
IM rather have twenty times twenty, 

Than die an old maid undone. 



SONG 12x0, 

Written by Mr, WaLLII* 

pFACt, bablingmure! 

I dare not Ang what you indite \ 
Her eyes refufe 

To read dfe paHion whteh they write : 
Slie ftrikes i»y lute, but, if it found. 
Threatens to*hurl it mi, (he ground : 
And I no lefs her angp dread, 
Than the poor wretch^ that feigns him dead. 
While fome fierce lion does embrace 
His breathlefs corfe, and licks his face: 
Wr^pt up \n iilent fear he lies, 
Turn all in pieces if he cries* 



SONG 1211. 

Written by Sir John Vambvagm. 

]^ O T an angel dwells above 
Half fo fair as her 1 lovcj 
Heaven knows how ihe*U receive mei 
If Ae fmUes, Vm bleft indeed \ 
If the frowns, Vm Quickly freed; 
HgMvea kQow$ ihe ne*er can grieve mt« 

Jfioae cMn !ove h<r more than 1, 
ret Ac ne'er AnJl make me die. 
If my £aine can never wntm k«T> 



Other bcautiea VH adore, 
I ihail never love her more. 
Cruelty will fo deform her* 



SONG isr»* 

Sung in tlin Cmfhm%ftht JM^mK 

^H£N the nfc Is in bnd, and blue violets 

blow. 
And the birda fing us iove-lbnp from every 

bough; 
When cowflips and daifies, and daffodils fprea^i 
Adorning, perfnming the flowery mead; 
Our cleanly milk-pail 
Is fiU'd with brown ale; 
Our table, our table*s the grafs 1 
There we fit and and we fing. 
And we danee in a ring. 
And every lad has his left. 

When without the plough the fat oxen doloW| 
The hids and the lafles a Iheep-ihearing go; 
Our ihepherd fliears his jolly, jolly fleece, 
How much richer than that wklck they fsy 
was in Greece ! 
*Tit our cloth, and our food. 
And our politic blood ; 

*Tis the feat which our noblea all fit on; 
*Tis a mine above ground. 

Where our treafure*t all found ; 
*Tis the gold and the fllver of Bfttain. 



S O H G 1213. 

3 A V S Damon to Phillis, Suppofe my fond 
eyet 
Reveal with what ardour I glow 1 
Well, what if they do ? tbert*s no harm, fart, 
flie cries ; 
I can but deny you, you know. 

Suppofe I ihould aik of thofo lipa a fweet ki(i|^' 
Say, would vou the favour beftow ? 

Lord blefs meffaid tfhe, what a qoeftion ia thisi 
I can but deny you, you know. 

Suppofe, not contented, I ftill aik for more ? 

For pieafnrt from pieafure will grow. 
Suppofe what yon will, /he reply*d aa before, 

I can but deny you, you know. 

Come then, my dear iove» to the woods let^ 
repair ? 
Cry^d Damon ; and offered to go. 
No, no, (with a blufli) anfwer*d PhilCs, fbt 
there 
I could npt deny you, yon know. 



SONG Z2Z4. 

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U wM Uithl* was yonng i|nd ftaj, 
tfft€tt\,\on free : 
erfcdkm did appeirt 
e (hi looked kind on mt. 

ler my pain I told, 

ill my grief confefi*d, 

folence of female pride 

-.old difdain «xprefi*d } 

auty 1 cfteem'd beforet 

!ar'd deformity i 

larm' I tkoaght a charm no more^ 

Nrai unkind to roe. 

r, fond youth, no more 

fex*s weaknefa fcan ; 

not inconftancy, or pride« 

trial of the man; 

time had prov'd my flame finccre^ 

own*d the fame to me $ 

ve alone can win the fair^ 

loTt and conftancy* 



S O N O 12x5. 

Sung at Vauxmall. 

IK. ! the birdt begin their lay^ 
towrets deck the robe of May : 
e little lambkini bound, 
U o'er the clorer-ground j 
the heifers fportive low 
! the yellow cowflipa blow. 

the nymphs and fwains ad? ance 
he lawn in pertVA dance $ 
nds from the hawthorn bough 
the happy (hepherd's brow { 
I the lafTes, in array, 
upon the queen of May. 

ence, content and lote, 
ie meadowt and the grove ; 
I that nerer wears a trown, 
h with fweetnefs all her own ) 
ir puts on pleafure's fmilcy 
pale care forgets his toil. 

M^hat pf eafurcs /hepherds know 1 
urchs cannot fuch beftow; 
improves each happy hour^ 
deur has not fuch in ftore. 
I, ambition, learn from hencCf 
tinefii is innocence. 



S O N O 1216. 

CUIIK FOR TRl VAJOtfJlS. 

Sung at Ranxlagm. 

H Y will Delia thus recirei 
And languiih all her life away^ 
If the fighing crowd admire ? 
'is too foon for hartdiom-tea. 

hofe difaiii iooki and firetting 
onot Damon* s life re/lore; 
igo the worms have eat him) 
' MA Dcrer fee km more* 



Once again oonfult yovr toilette. 
In the glafs your face review; 

So much weeping foon will fpoii tt. 
And no fpring yoor chfirmi renew* 

I like you was born a woman. 
Well 1 know what vapours mean} 

The difeafe» alast is common | 
Single, we haYe all the fpleen* 

All the monUi that they tell us. 
Never cur*d the forrow yet s 

Chofe, among the pretty fellows. 
One of humour, youth and wit. - 

Pr*ythee hear him ev'ry morning. 
At the leaft an hour or two | 

Once again at night returning :«- 
I believe the dofe will do. 



SONG Z2X7* 

Sung in the Ccnfcmt Lfivtn* 

T^OES the languid foul complain. 

Virtuous love (hall chafe the f ain| 
Or if love wou*d truth attend, 
Honour fl&ooM be virtue's friend* 

Glory Is not half fo fair 
As bright virtue's riii ng ftar ; 
Female truth, with fenfe combined. 
Wins and claims the gen'rous mind. 



SONG 1218. 

cilia's complaint. 

WHAT fadnefs reigns over the plain ! 

How droop the fweet flowrets around I 
How penfive each nymph and each fwain! 

How fiient each mufical found ! 
No more the foft lute in the bow'rs. 

Beguiles the cool ev'nings away ; 
Sad 6ghs meafure out the long hours. 

Since Damon has wander'd away. 

Oh ! he was our vi Hike's pride. 

This change from kls abfence is feen | 
'Twas he that our mufic fupply'd, 

When gaily we daoc'd on the green S 
At (hearing, at wake, and at fair. 

How jovial and frolic were we ! 
But now ev'ry feaft in ^'c year 

Is joylefs as joylefs can be. 

Ah ! why did he venture from home» 

To mix among hoftile alarms f 
No juftice oWig'd him to roam, 

Or take up thofe- terrible armst 
Let thofe who are cruel and rough. 

Be heedlefs of life and of limb; 
The country had foldiers enough. 

Nor needed one gentle Uke hle^- 

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Oh I gifeKim to Celii ae^In, 
My true love in fafety reftore | 

1*11 ceafeonhit breaft toconpiain, 

FrQin my artaa he ihall wander no more. 



SONG 1119. 

Delia; a paitoral. 

Sung at VavxmalL. 

'P H E gentle fwan, with grtccfol pridei 

Her glofly plumage lave« ; 
And failing down the filver tlde» 

Divides the whifpMng wavei: 
The filver tide that wandVing flowr^ 

Sweet to the bird muft be ; 
But not fo fweet, blithe Cupid koowf^ 

At Dflia is to me» 

A parent birdy in plain tire moody 

On yonder fruit-tree fung; 
And ftill the pendant neft (he view*d« 

That held her feather*d young: 
Tho* dear to her maternal heart 

The genial brood muft be; 
TheyVe not fo dear, the thoafandtb part, 

Ai Delia it to ^c. 

The rofes that my brow furround^ 

Were natives of the dale; 
Scarce plucked, and in a garland bouody 

Before their hue grew pale t 
. ^ vital blood would thus be froie. 

If lucklefs torn from thee; 
For what the root is to the rofe^ 

My Delia is to me. 

Two doves I found like new falTn fnow. 

So white the beauteous pair; 
The birds to Delia I'll beftow, 

They're like her bofom fair : 
May they, of our connubial lovey 

A happy omen be : 
Then fuch fond blifs as turtles profe> 

ShjJl Delia /bare with me* 



SONG 1220. 

AN ANTIGALLICAK SOMC, 

YE fons of freedom ! hail the day 

When firfV our order rofe ; 
To chace corruption's cloud away. 

And venal arts oppofe: 
Grant h^av'n, th.it o'er the nation 

Our princji^lesmav fprirg ! 
The fureft preirryation 

Of country and of king* 

jRreat Grorge, for whom our bofomi gl0W| 

Send ail thy Oatefmen here j 
Thy minilters more wife ihail giow j 
A/J courtiers more nncere : 
True honour th-iil infpire them, 
The Gallic rsLce to brand. 
And pntriot iovc ihall fire t'u^n 
i'o /air thit litikipf lantl. 



Tho* Spain ihou*d Gallia's pride tSttp 

No honeft heart will fail | 
Our thunder ihall their force refift; 

The Britiih crofs prevail. 
Tho* fome our wrongs woa*d fmother. 

Yet we'll thofe wrongs r^fcnt. 
Here*s a health to every brother. 

And to our prefident^ 



SONG I22I. 

STELLA and F]iri« ev*ry hoiir 

Do varioQS hearts furprtfe \ 
\m Stella's foul lies all her PowV« 
And Flavians in her fcyet 1 ' 

Like Britain*s monarch, Stella rdgot 

0*er cultivated lands 1 
Like eaftern tyrants, FUvia. deigna 

To rule o*cr barren faods. 

More boundlefs Flavta*s conqnefti are. 
And Stella*s more confined ; 

AH can ^\Settn a face that's fair. 
But few a beaateoss mi^d ! 

Then boaft, vain Flartal boaft thy face. 

Thy beauty's flender ftore f 
Thy cbarms will every day decreafe. 

Each day give Stella 1 



SONG ii2». 

JZyNTGi ET. 

Sung at RAVZLAcil, 

QRING, Phsbus, from FamaflUa bow*n, 
A chaplet of poetic flowVs 

That far out -bloom the May ; 
Bring vene Co fmooth, and thoughtt fofraft, 
And all the mufes heraldry. 

To blason Jenny Grey. 

Obferve yon almond'a rich perfume. 
Preventing fpiing with early bloom. 

In ruddy tints how gay I 
Thus, foremoft of the blafting faifn 
With fuch a blithfome, buxom air. 

Blooms lovely Jenny Grey. 

The merry, chirping, plumy thronf. 
The buflies and the twigs among. 

That pipe the fylvan lay. 
All hulh*d at her delightful voice. 
In filent extafy rejoiee, 

And fludy Jenny Grey. 

Ve balmy odour- breathing gales, 

That lightly fwecp the green -rob'd vales, 

And in each rofe-baih play ; 
I know yon all, you're errant cheats. 
And fteal ^our more than natural fwecU 

From lo\ely Jenny 6rey. 

Pomona, and that goddefs bright, ' 
TYvt. ^Qn%\ ^Tvd the maids delight, 

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e fweet lliiot of grtcet tbice^ 
nmorral bandi of bardp agre« 
unefol tix to pty $ 
: }er remains « mdrchlefs worthy 
: yet rrmaint t lovelier fourcb» 
d file is Jeany Orey. 



SONG 1223. 

A rilBB-MAS0II*t SONG* 

I hive no idle pratings 
Of either whig or tory | 
lut each agrees 
fo live ae eafe, 
fing or tell a ftorj. 
nil to him, 
r« the brim» 
: roond the table roll %■ 
The divine 
Fells uf wine 
rs the body and the foul. 

c always men of pleafuroy 
ifing pride and party j 
B^hile knaves and fools^ 
^refcribe us ruiesy 
re fincere and hearty. 
1 to him, kc, 

accepted Mafon 

Id calk of high or low chonh } 

WeUl fet him down 

A fhallow crown, 

underftsnd htm no church* 

Fill to h*m, &c. 

world is all in darknefs; 
tus they conjedlurey 
But little think 
A fong and drink 
ted a Mafon^s le^ure* 
Fill to him, Sec, 

I landlord bring a hogfiiead, 
in the corner pJsce it. 
Till it rebound 
With hollow found, 
Mafon here will face it* 
Fill to him. 
To the brim, 
t round the table roll j 
The divine 
Tells us wine 
rs the body and the foul. 



SONG 1224. 

THE MIDSUMMXa WISH* 

Written by Dr. CaoxALL. 

\FT me, fome foft and coding brerte, 
To Windfor*8 ihady, kind retrreac^ 
re fylvan fcenes, wide-fpreading tices, 
rpel the raging dog-ftar't heat : 
re tufted grgfi, and moffy M$f 
ford a rural, calm repoie ,• 
e woodhinea hang tbelr dewy hea4s|^ 
/ fragrant fweeta around ^iuiofe* 



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Old oozy Thames, that ftowi fuft by, 

Along thelbtiliag valley pUys, 
His glafiy furface chears the eye, 

And thro* the<Aow*ry meadows ihayit 
His fertile banks, with herbage green. 

His vales with golden plenty fwell j 
Where*er his purer dreams are feen, 

The gods of health and pleafure dwelK 

Let me thy clear, thy yielding wave. 

With naked arms once more divide} 
[d thee my glowing bofom lave, 

And cut the gentiy-rclling tide« 
Lay me with damaik rofes crown*d, 

Beneiith fome ofier's dufky(hade| 
Where water-lilies deck the g^und, 

And bubbling fpriogs refreih the g|a^ 

Let dear Lucinda too be there, 

With axure mantle (lightly 'dreft s 
Ye nymphs, bind up her floaring hair) 

Ye zephyrs, fan her panting breaft. 
O hafte away, fair maid, and bring 

The mufe, the kindly friend to love! 
To thee alone the mufe fliall fing. 

And warble through the vocal grove. 



SONG 



1225. 



P AS TOR AL* 



SOLICIT V OE i A 

Written by Mr. Shxnstonx. 

^^ H Y wi'l you my paflion reprove. 

Why term it a folly to grieve, 
Ere I tell you the charms of my lovel 
She*s fairer thail you can believe. 

With her mien ftie enamours the bravcj 
With her wit flje engages the free, 

With her modefty pleafes the grave | 
She*s every way plea/ing to me. 

W^en F^ridel tries in the dance 
Some favour with Philiis to find. 

Oh ! how with one trivial glaoee 

Might file ruin the peace of my mind 1 

In ringlets he drefies his hair, 

And his crook is beftudded around ; 

And his pipe— uh ! may Philiis beware 
Of a magick there is in ir*s founcV. 

Let his crook be with hyactnths bounds 
So Philli'! the trophy defpifc ! 

Let his forehead with iaurelt be crown*d^ 
So they (hine not in PhiU}l*t eyes. 

The language that Mows from the heart 
Is a ilranger to Paridel's tongue } 

■ Yet may (he beware of his art. 
Or fure 1 muft envy the fong. 



SONG 1226. 

I ? OT ^ OU\ tuV^ \^ \ti ^ VVU ^ 



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Slic bids you ^ve o'er 
While *cit ia your power) 

Fof» except her efteejuy 
She cto grant you fto more. 

Her heart hai been long fince 

Aflaulted and won. 
Her truth is at lading 

And firm ai the fun } 
YouMl find it more eafy 

Your paiHoo to cure» 
Than for ever thofe fruitlefa 

Eodeafours endure 

You may gi? e thi« advice 

To the wretched and wifci 
But a lover like me 

Will thofe preeepti defpife } 
I fcorn to give o*er> 

Were it ftill in my power) 
Tho* efteem were denyM me. 

Yet her V\\ adore. 

A hear.t that^s been tooch*d 

Will fome fympatby bear, 
*Twiil lefien my forrowty 

If (he takes a /hare { 
1*11 count it more honour 

In dying her flave, 
Than did her affe^ioM 

My fteadinefs crave. 

You may tell her, Vli be 

Her true lover, tho* (he 
Should mankind defpife 

Out of 4iatred to me 3 
•Tis mean to give o'er 

'Caufe we get 00 reward. 
She loft not her worth 

When I loft her rrgard. 

My love on an altar 

More noble (ball bum; 
I (H II will love on 

Without hopes of return ! 
I'll tell her fome other 

Has kindled the flame. 
And V\\ figh for herfelf 

In a counterfeit name. 



S O N O 1227. 

U A R K., Daphne, from the hawthorn- bu/h 

The I'potted finches fing 5 
In artlefi noteajit merry thtuih 

Salutes thcb&Miing fpringt 
On verdant bed the viUet lies. 

To woo the weftem gale ; 
While towering lilies meet our eyes. 

Like love fick virgins pale. 

The rill that guftics o*er the (hore. 

Winds murmuring thro' the glatfc ; 
Sn heart-Zlruck Thyrfis tells his moan. 

To win hia day-cold maid t 
The golden Tun, in freih array, 
Flamet forward on the fphe re ; 
Around chemaj-pole (hepheiAt plt7» 
^^ hmi tht ilowVy year. 



Say, ihall wc tafte the brerxy air. 

Or wander thro' the grove ) 
Thsre tJk of Sylvia^s wild defpair, 

The prey of lawlefs love f 
Ah, no 1 (he cries; o'er Sylvia's fall 

Exult not, tho* 'twas juft) 
Dalh not the finner's name with gaU^ 

Nor triomph o'er her daft. 

True virtue fcorns to fling the dart, 

Herfelf above all fear } 
When juftice fttngi the guilty heirt. 

She drops the gen'rous tear : 
Then own, ye nymphs, this god-like tmtk 

is on your hearts impreft { 
On brighteft patterns form your youth. 

And be for ever bleft. 



SONG 12x3. 

Sung at Ranxlagr. 

f HE heroes preparing to finifli the war. 

And bid to the camp an adieu, 
Now (heathe up their fwords, and rrjoicc, 
ye fair ! 
To think of returning to yon. 
With fmiles, then, ye JaiTes, cmbcUi(h yo« 
chjrras. 
Your lovers with rapturea wUI come $ 
O take I he bnve felluwt, then, dofc loyov 
arm*. 
And tenderly welcome them 1 



SONG »»9. 

THX MILLXt*S WZnoXHO* 

J^ E A V Ef neighboon, your work, and » 

fport and ro play. 
Let the tabor (hike up and the Tillage be |sf. 
No day thro* the year (luli more chearfvl be 

feen. 
For Ralph of the mill marriea Soe of the grcci^ 
1 love Sue, and Sue lovfs me. 
And while the wind bloiwt. 
And while the mill goes, 
Who'll be fo happy, fo happy aa wc? 

Let lords and fine folks, who for wealth take t 

bride. 
Be married to-day, and to*merrow be cloyW } 
My body ia ftoot, and my heart ia aa found, 
And my love, like my courage, will ne»cr givt 

ground* 
I love Sue, fcc. 

Let ladies of falhion the befl jointers wed. 
And prudently take the beft bidders to bed ; 
Such figning and fealing^s no part of our biiit» 
We fetde our hearts, and wc feal with akifs. 
I love Sue, Set, 

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ling he'll borrow from folksof high life 
r turn hit back on hit friend,or hit wife, 
ove Sue, ftc. 

thui I am able to work at my mill, 
thou arc kind, and thy tongue but lies 

'• ihall continue, and ever be new, 

ne be fo happy as Ralph and his Sse. 

•▼e Sue, and Sue loves mc. 

And while the wind blows. 

And while the mill goes, 

bo'U be fo happy, fo happy as we ? 



SONG 1130. 

AFASTOIIAL BALLAD. 

Sungat Vauxhall. 

JPHON arofe at early dawn, 

fought as wont his fleecy care } 

y care, alas ! were gone, 

:new the haplefi Acpherd where : ' 

each hill, in vain each dale, 

dell, each brake he travcrs'd round j 

chiefs wood and fiowVy vale, 

ot one lambkin could l>e foond. 

le cry'd, my fljcks are fled, 
flia:i I e*er thy grief aflVage? 
II I chear thy drooping head, 
erty fliould mark my age ? 
My'iove, misfortune's ^art 
nted, and is fpent in vain ; 
poflefa my /hepherd's heart, 
h at ilia, and fmile at pain* 

ry lambkin devious (Vray, 

race our envious neighbours folds, 

can thy Caelia's foul difmay, 

Strephon to her breaft Hie holdi. 

My warmeft thanks, O take ! 

ihalc thou be my only care'j 
virtues e'er forfake, 
leav'n regardlefs hear my pray*r. * 
hy lovely form mine eyes 
I fwerve but in the Jealt degiee ; 
• idea will arife, 
ad the wandVer back to thee. 
g they liv'd, and long they lov'a, 

I>e heard the ftory told ; 
av*n their fortitude approved, 
nply flll'^ the ihepherd's fold. 



SONG 



1231. 

ods and ye mountains unknown, 
eath whofc pale Shadows 1 ftray j 
eaft of my charmer alone, 
ighs bid fwcec echoes convey : 
he penfively leans, 
itain, or hill, or in grove ; 
wiUexphia what /he m^ans, 
gs both from forrow and love 
la/i the niVhtin^e't fong, 
t the fad found to hit ear g 



Or fay, tho' divided fo long, , 

, Tne friend oi his bofom is near : 
Then tell him what years of delighc» 

Then tell him what ages of pain, 
J felt while I iiv'd in his fight j 

I feel till I fee him again 



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SONG 1232. 

Written by Mr. G At rick* 

QNCE more Til tune the vocal Aell, 

To hills and dales my paflion tell, 
A flame which time can never quell. 
That barns for thee, my Peggy 1 
Vou, greater bards, the lyre fliould hit} 
For fay, whet fubjeft is more fit. 
Than to record the fparkling wit 
And bloom of lovely Peggy ? 

The fun firft tiflng in the mom, 
That paints the dew-befpangled thora, 
Does not fo much the day adorn, 

Af doea my loCely Peggy : 
And when in Thetis* lap to reft. 
He ftreakt with gold the ruJdy weft. 
He's not fo beaoteoui as, undreft. 

Appears my lovely Peggy. 

When Zephyr en the vi'let blows. 
Or breathes upon the damaik rofe, 
It does not half the fweets difdofe. 

As does my lovely Peggy: 
I ftole t kifs the other day. 
And (truft me) nought but truth I fay. 
The fragrance of the blooming^Mey 

Was not fo fweet u Peggy. 

Was (he array*d in ruftic weed. 
With her the bleating flocks i'd feed. 
And pipe upon the oaten teed. 

To pleafe my loi^ly Peggy : 
With her a cottage would delight; 
Airs happy when ihe*s in my fight; 
But when ihe*s gone, 'tis endlefs nighfj 

All's dark without my Peggy. 

While bees from ftow*r te flow'r ftiU rore. 
And linnets warble thro* the grove. 
Or ftately fwana the water love. 

So long ihatl I love Peggy : 
And when death, with his pointed dart. 
Shall ftrike the blow that rives my heart, 
My worda fliall be, «h«»| depart. 

Adieu, my lovely P 



SONG 



1233. 



COME Roger and NeU, come Simkin aad 
Bell, 
Each lad with his lafs hither come. 
With fingtng and danclo^^ ^iid ^U.%£«u«.%iU 

To ct\c,>aiiLt,« \^SLt^%,^-\k«tb!t\ 

•T\» C^T«% V\4% ^\iL^ » vv^^ V»^^ V^\v^- 
To cft\e\it %xjt Yi*n«fiL-Vi^fcm^ \V«r*^«^-V>i 
To c«\t^iax»\ii!i^«fit-^oi»»» 



To tt\e)att 

\ ToceV 

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Our labour II o>r, our barot in full ftore 
Now fweil with rich gifts of the laad | 
l>eteach man then ukc, for hit prong aiid hia 
rake, 
His cAnn and hit Ufs in hit hand s 
For Ceres, &c. 

No courtier can be fo happy as wty 

In innocence, pafttme, and mirtK} 
While thus we caroufe, with our fweetbeart or 
fpoufe, 
And rejoice o^er the fruits of the earth ; 
When Ceres bids play, and keep holiday, 
To celebrate harTefV-home, harveft^home. 
To cdebrate harreft-home. 



SONG 1134. 

QU a primrofy bank, by a murmuring ftream, 
Paftora fat tinging, and 1 was her theme ; 
Whilft charmed with her beauty, behind a 

green buih, 
I lifton'd to hear her fweet tale with a blufii. 
Of all the young ihepherds that pipeon the vead, 
*Tis Damon alone I can fancy, indeed ) 
J tell htm I value him not uf a rufli, 
Yet furely I love hlmt or why do 1 blu/h. 

When I went to thegroreat the top of the hill^ 
It was the laft May, I remember it ftill) 

He brought me aneft of young linnets quite 
flufti. 

And hthe kind prefent receivM with a bluih. 
Whenever he meets me, he^ll (imper andfmilej 
J feem at I did not obfervvhim the white, 

He offers to ki(s me, 1 give him a puft ; 

Why can*t you be eafy ! 1 cry with a bluA. 

One Sunday he came to intreat me to walk, 
*Twa8 down in a meadow^ and love was our 
ulk{ 
He caird me his deareft— Pray, Damon, be 

huih ; 
There*s fomebody coming! I cry'd, with a 
bluih ! 
My mother ihe chidet when I mention the 

fwain ; 
Forbids me to goto the meadow again: 

But furefor his fake I will venture a brufh} 
For love him I do, I confefs with a bluih. 

Thns warbled the hht and my heart leapM for 

joy. 
Though little fixe thought that her Damon was 
nigh J 
But chancing to fpyme behind a green bufii, 
She ended her fong, and arofe with a bluAi. 



5 O N O 1235. 

A SCO TCH SAL LAD* 

Sung at Vauxkall. 



J, versed 10 all our iex*s art. 

Did juft as maidens do t 
, Whatever he'd figh, whatever he'd yf^w, 

Vd ftudy to be ihy at$ 
And/when he prefs^d his fate to know* 

*Twas, Pr*ythec, fool be quiet. 

Month aftei month, of am*roai paia 

He made a mighty fufsj 
Why if, you lui6w, one loves a fwain^ 

*Tis wrong to fay one does: 
He told me pailion coold not live 

Without more pleating diet) 
And prav what anfwer could I give. 

But, Pr*ythee, fool, be quiet f 

At length he made a bold e(Kiy» 

And like a man he cry*d. 
Thy hand, my dear, this very day 

Shall Celia be my bride: 
Convinc'd he would have teis*d mc ftiUt 

I rould not well deny it; 
And now, believe me, when I wIlli 

I nuke the fool be quiet. 



SONG 1*36. 

Q O D fave great George, our king ! 
Long live our noble king, 

God fave the king I 
Send himvi^orious, 
Happy and glorious, 
Long to reign over us, 

God fave the king. 

O Lord, our God, arlf«, 
Scatter his enemies. 

And make them fall : 
Confound their politicks, 
Fruflrare their knavidi tricks { 
On him our hopes we fix; 

God fave us all. 

Thy choice (I gifts in ftore. 
On George be pleased to pour» 

Long may he reign ; 
May he defend our laws. 
And ever le've us caufe. 
To ting with heart and voice, 

God fave the king. 



SONG 



1237. 



^S Celia in her garden f(ray*d. 

Secure, nor dream'd of harm, 
A bee approach'd the lovely maid. 
And reded on her &rm. 

The curious infed thither flew. 
To la(te the tempting bloom ; 
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ChK« Qftly couU that fting furpnte> 

Once We injutiout found : 
Noc fo the 4irtt of Celia^f eyes, 

They acver ceaii« to wound. 

Oh ! woald the diort-UT*d burning fmait 

The nymph to pity move, 
J^nd teach her ta regard the heart 

^e fires with eodlefa love! 



SONG 1238. 

f WO godi of great honour, Bacchus and 

Apollo, 

The one fajn*d in mufic, the other in wine, 

In heaven were raving, difputing, and braving. 

Whofe theme was the nobleft, and trade moff 

divine. 

Tour muAc, fays Bacchus, would ftun us and 
rack, us. 

Did claret not foften the difcord you noalce; 
Soncb ire not invitingt fior verfes delighting, 

Till poets of my great influence partake. 

Tm young, plump and jolly, free from me- 
lancholy ) 
Who ever grew fat hy the found of a frring? 
Rogues doomed to a gibbet, do often contribute 
To purchafc a bottle before they do fwlng. 

In love I am noted, by old and young courted: 
A girl, when infpir'd by me, is foon won } 

So great are the nuktions of cne of my potions, 
The mufes, tho* maids, 1 could whore ev*ry 
pne. 

When mortals are frettedy perplexed, or in- 
,- debted, 

To me, at a father, for fuccour thty cry ; 
In their fad condition, I bear their petition i 

A bottle relieves the opprsfk'd votary. 

Then leave off your tooting, your fiddling and 

fluting, 

Afide lay )our barp, and bow down to the 

fl>/k; 

^y joys they are ripar than fongs from a piper; 

Whut mufic is fweeter than founding a caik I 

Says Piicbus, This fellow is drunk fure, or 
meiSow, 
To prize mulic le fs than wine and Odober: 
Since thofa who love drinkiiig are void of all 
thinking, 
And wai;t fo much fenfe as to keep them- 
felves fober. 

Thus while they were wrangling, difputing, 
and jangling. 
Come huxaia bright Venat to end thedifpute: 
#j/r /he, Now to c»fc ye, Matb beA of all pleased 
me, 

Whan Mtm'd with 4 bottle, aa4 chttmM 



Your mufic hat chtrmM me, four wine h«i 

alarmed me, 
« When I have feem*d coy, and hard to be won{ 
When both have been moving, I could not help 

loving. 
And wine has compleated what mufic hcgua. 

The gods, ftruck with wonder, dedir*d by 
Jovc*s thunder. 
They'd mutually join in fupplyiof lo«o*8 
flame : 
So each in their fnn^on, mo^M oo in con* 
junAion, 
To melt with foft pleafure the amorous dtmt* 



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1139. 



Q BSERVE the rofe-hud ere it blows. 

While the dawn glimmers o>r the fkj^ 
Obferve it*s filken Itaves unfold^ 
As fond of day*s majeftic eye ! 

At noon, more bold, in fulled b!oom» 
It fpreads a gale of fweets around | 

At eve it mourns the fetting fun. 
And fiieds it's honour on the ground. 

So beauty*s bafiiful bud appears. 
So blufhes in the eye of praife) 

So ripens in the noon of life. 
And withered fo in age decays. 

Time is the caoker-worm of youth^ 
It bites the blolTom as it grows. 

It blafts the flowV that blooms at full* 
And rudely (heds the failing rofe. 

See, beauty, fee ! how lovt and joy 
On youth*s light pinions hafte awayj 

How fwift the moments glide alongy 
And age advances with delay I 

Now, beauty, crop the rofe-bud now^ 
And catch the eifence as it flies ) 

Let pleafure revel in it*s bloom. 
Let time poflefs it when it dies. 



SONG IZ40. 

^LARISSA*s charms poor Strepboa Ibrock} 
He fain woeld have been billing : 

But yet the fair the lad forfpqlit 
To (hew her power of klflfaig* 

Forth from her eyes fuch beaotiet tet» 

They mortal man confounded t 
The youths were;^hipp*d ^uite thro* the hearty' 

Ere they knev^ they were wounded* 

But when old Time, with fey the <b ikarpf 
Had crofs the forehead flruck her* 

And ev*ry charm began to warp. 
The ftf l^lm^t aU fovCc^^k. Vat* 

Ob\ then tYieYi»%V>^v».\<iCs«^t.* 
Htt t\me &ft ^%tt^ Ti;k>MXXM* 



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But hopei ire ▼•!a when beauty's (Mie; 

Ko lovers now aflfail her ; 
We never into prifon run. 

But when we like the jailor. 

Theni cruel fair-ones, think how foon 
You'll this fad cafe remember ; 

The bedfellow you hate in Jane, 
'Would warm you in December. 



SONG 1141. 

"yULC AN, contrive me fuch a cup 

As Ne(^or us*d of old ; 
Sh«w all thy ikill to trim it up, 
D^aina/k it round with gold. 

Make it fo laYge, that fiird with fack 

Up to the fwelling brim, 
Vaft toads on the delicious lake. 

Like /hips at feai may fwim, 

Bngrave no battle on his cheek, ' 
With war Tve nought to do; 

l*m none of thofe that took Maeftrichtf 
Nor Yarmouth le#guer knew. 

Let it no names of planets tell» 
Fix*d ftars or conftellations ; 

For I am not Sir Sidrophel, 
Nor one of his relations. 

But carve thereon a fpreading vine. 

Then add two lovely boys ; 
Their limbs in am'rous folds intwinet 

The type of future juyi* 

Cupid and Bacchus my faints ire. 
May drink and love ftill reign ; 

With wine I wafli away my caie^ 
And then to love again. 



SONG i»4i. 

Written by Mr. Hzywood. 

AS Ute in the meadow reclined I lay, 

I figh*d, for Td reafon to Hgh ; 
I threw by my pipe, for I never c^m play. 
Except my Pailora is by. 

Sure fomewherCf unweeting, the charmtr has 
ftray*d. 
That nor her, nor her iheep, I have feen ? 
But I hardly had fpoke, e*er 1 faw the fweet 
maid 
Cone tripping it over the green. 

Ah ! help me, my love, myAmintor ! /he cried, 

While a tear trickled down from her eye } 
J fcircely could credit my ears, or my eyes, 
For (he alwijt waa bafliful and (by. 

What Mils my Pafton ?— Alas', (he tep^d* 
/ wu (baking fome plums from a trect 
When fometbing fell into my bofom btMc^ 
/ 4i*tt die ! for I fe«r 'dt a bee. 



Then ilraight to my gaie flie kcr bolboi dif- 
play*d, 
O, gods ! *twa« Elisium to fee ; 
Half fick'ning with pleafure, the (ceae I for- 
vey'd. 
But f*w neither prickle nor bee. 

Yet foon all the caufe of her ft»n I coold fef» 
*Twat Cupid, (the rogue} and no other, 

Who, it feems, as he lighted to feaft on the tnc« 
Miftook the fair maid for his mother. 

Now ftung to the quick, when the blander he 
knew. 

He piuck'd from his quiver a dart, 
Which up to the bead in his paffion he drevi 

And buried it deep in her heait. 

Oh, it ftings me ! it ftiogs me! PaAort due 
cried, . 

And fainted away with the pain ; 
Then quick to her bofum my lips I applied, 

And k.ifs'd them again and again. 

But foon ihe recovered, and fat on my knee, 
Then own*d 'twas a judgment divine; 

A puniHtment juft, for her jeiling at ane; 
So next Sunjday (he vowa iheMl be mine. 



SONG 1143. 

Sung in the Frtjt-Gsng* 

3 IN CE again bold defiance appears in proud 

France, 
Ye ftaunch Bririlh tars, let os bblAy advance; 
And now, in our turns, let u& teach them to 
dance. . ^ 

O T the brave tars of Old England ; 
And, 1 the Old Engliih brave tars. 

Tho' furious at firft, yet we know theyll feen 

flyOi 

But brave Britiih tars, they will coo^veror 

die O ; 
From the ihorea of old Thames^ to the banb 

of Ohio. 
O the brave tars, &c« 

As foon u juft vengeance ihall take vp her 

whip. 
From the head to the ftern they will trembk 

and (kip 9 
For they live on fom^migre, while we driak 

good flip. 
O the brave tars. Set. 

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At feon u ovr glonoui comiqADder embarki, 
lo fpice of the threats of ten thoufand mo* 

s v^ues i 
Wc are gudgeons, thej think, but they'll find 

we arc Diaiks. 
O the braTe tart, Sec, 

Th« genius of Britain behold on the deck. 
And Old EngUfli faith without blemifh or 

fptckj 
For either, or both, Vd venture my neck. 
O the brave tars, &c. 

Behold nafil glory prefcnts her own crown t'ye: 
Come hither, brave boys, from each town and 

each county, 
And joyous partake of his m»jefty*s bounty. 
O the brave tars, dec. 

No more (hall the French^ with their gafco- 

nadcs brave yr, 
Bvt each fop in armour ihall cry out peccavi ; 
Sing huiia \ to King George, and his brave 
royal navy. 
O f the brave tars of Old England } 
And, O ! the Old £ngli(h brave tars. 



SONG 1244. 

QO gentle brecff, that fin% the grove, 

And wait in fighs a lover's woesj 
Or through the blooming garden rove. 
And lodge within thedamaflc rofe j 
To ev'ry bluihtng fold made known. 
That Coiin's fighs exceed thy own. 

Beneath her crimfon foliage lie. 
Till on my Delia's bofum bled; 

Then from thy filkcn covert fly, 

And plead mycaufe within Un br^aft. 

But never leave that froseo pare, 

Vnlefb to bring me Delia's heart. 



SONG X245. 

Q N the whi te cliffs of A Ibion fee Fame where 
fhe ftands, 

And her/hrill-fweliing notes reach the neigh- 
bouring Undij 

Of the natives tree-born, and their corqueft 
ike lings, 

The happieft of men, with the greateft of kings. 

George the third (he proclaims, his va(( glory 

repeats, 
jHtis-unoifmay'd lagionsi invincible fleet)*; 
Whom nor caftlet, or rocks, can from honour 

rerard, 
Since e'en death for their king they with fcorn 

oiiregard. 

O ! but fee a cloud burfts, and an angel appears ! 
'Tis peace, lovely virgin, diflTolved in tears; 
9-iy,FMmc,cry*d the maid, i»*t aot time to give 

o'er, ^ 

With£€get tmd hmia^ «spIo&*iif and gorel 



His juftright toalTert, that theking amply try d^ 
Nor hi? wifdom or fireogth «an by |«srentt 

abide ; 
Then no longer in rage let dread thiadcr be 

hurlM, 
But leave him to me, and gifc peace to the 

world. 

• Tis done, andgre«tGeorge is to mercy incIioMi 
The bleil word is gone forth, for the good of 

mankind. 
'Tis the a^ of a Briton to beat, then to fpare| 
And our king is a Briton— deny it who dare. 

To Hodgfon and Keppel let bumpers next fmilct 
And to all our brave troops who have taken 

. Bclleifle; 
May they meet j^ifl reward, and with courage 

advance. 
Still to humble the pride and the power of 

France. 

Charge your glaffcs lip high, and drink health 

to the king, 
To the duke and the princefs, and make the 

air ring j 
May the days of great George be all happy and 

long, 
And the man be ftill right, who yet never was 

wrong. 



SONG 1246. 

Sung in Axtaxerxis. 

JF o'er the cruel tyrant love 
A conqued I believ'il ; 
The flatt'ring error ccafe to prove, 
O lee me be deceiv'd. 

Forbear to fan the gentle flame 
Which love did fir Ik create ; 

What was my pride is now my (hamt. 
And mutt be turn'd to hate. 

Then call not to my wavVing mind 
The weaknefs of my heat, 

Which, ah ! i feel too much inclin*d 
To take a nai tor's part. 



SONG 1247. 

Written by the Earl of CnzsTzariBL*. 

Y^TH EN Fanny blooming fair 

Firft caught my ravifh'd (ight. 
Pie is'd with her fti-pc ani lir, 

1 felt a flrange delight : 
Whi 1ft eagerly 1 gJt*J, 

Admiing ev'ry part, 
And c 'ry feature prais'd, 

She dole iitto my heart* 

lnV\eT^>K\ttVuT\%t^^% ■ 
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Her blo0ih!ng cheeki tre 4)7*^ 
With colotir aU their own« 

Excelling tar the pride 
Of rofei newlj blown. 

Htr weli-tQm*d limbs conftefi 

The luelcy hind of Jotc ) 
Her features all exprefs 

The beauteous i|ueen of Jort 1 
What flamei my nerves inradCf 

When I behold the Vreaft 
Of that too-charming maid 

Rife^ fuing to be preft > 

Vcnat round Fanny*s waift. 

Hat her own Ceftus bounds 
Three guardian Cupids grace. 

And dance the circle round* 
How hapjpy muft he be 

Who mall her sone unlofe ! 
That blifs to all, but met 

May Heaven and flie refufe ! 



SONG 124S. 

WIMTXR. 

Written by Sraxxspxabx, 

\y HE N ificles hang by the wail, 

And Dick the ihepherd blows hit nailt | 
And Tom bears fogs into the hall , 

And milk cones froien home in pails } 
When blood is nipt, and ways be fbul^ 
Then nightly fings the ftaring owl. 

Tu-whit I tu-whoo! 

A merry note. 
While greafy Joan doth keel the pot. 

When all aloud the wind doth blow. 

And €C»ughing drowns the parfon*t faw j 
And birds ht brooding in the foow. 

And Marian*s nofe looks red and raw } 
When roafted crabs hifs in the bowl, 
Then nightly fings the ihuing owl, 

Tu-wblt ! tu-whoo 1 

A merry note,' 
While greafy Joan doth keel the pot. 

» ■ ■ ■ ■ ' ■ . a . -» 

SONG 1249. 

WHEN Chloeweply, 
We fwear we fliall die, 
Her eyes do our hearts fo enthrall } 

But *tis for her pelf, 

And not for herfeif j 
*Tis all artifice, artifice all. 

The maidens are coy. 
They'll pirn ! and iheyMI Ac ! 
* And fwear if you're rude, they will call ) 
But whifper fo low. 
You may eafily know, 
*Tis all artifice, artifice all. 

My dear, the witet cry, 
If ever you die. 
To BiMrry agMin 1 nt*er ihall ) 
But in Ufa rhao a year, 
yViU make it appear, 
*TJs aV art!£ce, artifice A 



in matters of ftate. 

And party debate, 
For church and for juftice we Vawff - 

Bat if you'll attend, 

You'll find in the end, 
'Tis all artifice, artifice all. 

The non-cons will rant 

In their pulpits, and cant, 
And the honeft conformiih will aaalf 

In holv difguife 

They lift up their eyet ; 
'Tis all artifice, artifice all. 

The lawyers, you know. 

To Weftminfter go. 
And plead for their fees in the hall | 

For their cliertts they'll wrangU^ 

And make fuch a jangle! 
*Tis all artifice, artifice all. 

The v-retch that attend*. 

And on courtiers depends. 
Hit fortune he'll find to be foall { 

For their anions declare. 

Their words are but air; 
*Tis all artifice, artifice ail. 



SONG iftso. 

Sung in Midsu 

ja E' E R will I be left i'the lurch j 
Ccafe your bribes and wheedling : 
Till I'm made a bride i'the church . 
ril keep man from meddling. 
What are riches 
And fttft fpeeches ! 
Baits and fetches 
To bewitch us } 
When you've won uty 
And undone «t, 
Cloy'd, you fliun us* 
Frowning on us, 
For our heedlefs pTddlihg. 



SONG 1151. 

ONE night when all the vilUfe flept» 

Myrtilla's fad defpair 
The wretched Ihepherd waking kept 

To tell the woods his care } 
Be gone (faid he) fond thoughts, he gone j 

Eyes, give your forrows o'er ! 
Why (hould you wafte your teara for one 

Who thinks on you no more? 

Yet, oh ! ye birds, ye flocks, ye powertl, 
That dwell within this grove! 

Can tell how many tender houri 
We here have pafs'd in love! 

Yon ftars above I my cruel f«es ! 

Can te)l how (he hu fworn, 
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la tHii coM bank Til mtke i sr^vey 

And there for ever He : 
"Sad nightingales the watch ihall keepy 

And kmdijr here complain !— 
Then down the ihepherd lay to ileep» 

Bot never rofe again. 



SONG 



1252. 



}^EAIl the fide of a poad, at the foot of a 

hill» 
A free hearted fellow attend* on his mill } 
Frcih health blooma her ftrong rofy liue o*cr 

hit face, 
And honefty gives e*en to aukwardnefs grace ; 
Beflour*d with his meal does he labour and fing» 
And regaling at night is as bleft as a king 1 
After heartily eating, he takes a full fwiil 
Of liquor hone- brew*d, to fuctefa of the mill. 

He makes no nice fcruplesof toll for his trade, 
For that's an excife to his indui^ry paid ; 
His confcience is tree, and hlsincome it clear. 
And he values not thole of ten thoufand a year; 
He*« a freehold fuflicient to give him a vote j 
At elections he fcorns to accept of a groat ; 
He hates your proud placemen j and, do what 

they will, 
They ne^er can feduce the ftaunch man of the 

mill. 

On Sunday he talks with the barber and prieft. 
And hopes that our ftacefmen do all for the bef^, 
That the Spaniards /hall ne'erincerruptoorfree 

trade. 
Nor good Bvitifh coin be in fubfidies paid : 
He fears the French navy and commerce in- 

creafe. 
And he wifhes poor Germany ftill may have 

peace : 
Tho* Old England, he knows, may have 

ftrength, and have (kill, 
To protect all her manors, and fsve his own 

mill. 

With this honeft hope he goes home to his 

work; 
And if water is fcanty he takes up his fork. 
And over the meadows he fcatters his hay. 
Or with the (tiff plough turns up furrows of 

clay } 
His harveft is crownM with goodEngliOi glee: 
That his country may ever be happy and free : 
With his hand and his heart to King George 

does he fill. 
May all loyal fouls ad the man of the mill. 



SONG 1253. 

SPRINO* 

Written by Shaxispiais. 

'}ff HEN dasies py*d, and violets blue^ 
And cuckow'buds of yellow hoc» 
AiiS /a<//*a fmocki mII fijver whi^ 
M}Qp»ittt tke ti»tBdow$ with delight} 



The cuckow then, on every tree. 
Mocks married men, for thus fings he; 

Cuckow, cuckow ; 1 word of fear, 

UnpIeaHng to a married ear. 

When fliepherds pipe on oaten firaws. 

And merry iai k» are plowmen 'a clodcs, 
When turtles tread, and rooks and daws, 

And maidens bleach their fummer fmocks; 
The cuckow then, on every tree, . , 

Mocks married men, for thus fiogt he; 

Cuckow, cuckow, O ! word of fear, 

Uapleafing to a married ear. 



SONG 1254. 

]3 E C L A R £, my pretty maid, 
Muft my fond fuii milcarry f 
With you riltoy, Til kifs and play; 
But hang me if I marry. 

Then fpeak your mind at once. 

Nor let me longer ttrry t 
With you rU toy, I'll kifs and play | 

But hang me if 1 marry. 

Tho* charms and wit aflfail. 

The ftroke I well can pany : 
i love to kifs, to toy and play ; 

But do not chufe to marry. 

Young Molly of the dale 

Makes a mere Have of Harry ; 

Becaufe, when they had roy*d and kifs*4f 
The fooli/h fwain wou*d marry. 

Thefe fix'd refolves, my dear, 

I to the grave will carry : 
With yau Til toy, and kifs, tnd play; 

But hang me if I marry. 



§ O N G 1255. 

Y/HE NE'ER I meet my Celia'a eyes. 
Sweet raptures in my bofom rile. 

My fett forget to move ; 
She too declines her lovely head, 
Sofc blufhes o*er her cheeks are fpread i 

Sure this is mutual love ! 

My beating heart is wrapt In blifs, 
Whene'er I ileal a tender kifs. 

Beneath the fiient grove : 
She ftrives to frown, and puts me by. 
Vet anger dwells not in her eye; 

Sure ihit is mutual love ! 

And once, O once, the deareft maid. 
As on hejr tips my head was laid, 

Some fecrct impulfe drove ; 
Me, me, her gentle arms careft, 
And to her bofom clofely preft ; 

Sure this was mutual love ! 

And now, tranfporf? d with her charroi, 
A foft defire my bofofi warms, 

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O fay ! I cry^d*— let Hymen^s bands 
This moment tie our willing hxnds^ 

And all thy fears remove^ 
A modcft bluih confrnt exprefi'd ; 
And now we live, fupreinely bleft, 

A life of mutual love ! 



SONG 1256' 

J)IOGENES furl y and proud, 

Who fnarrd at the Macedon youthy 
Delighted in wine that waa good, 
Becaufe in good wine there was truth ; 
Bot growing ai poor as t Job, 

Unable to purchafc a fla/k, 
He chofe for iiis manfion a tnb, 

And liv*d by the uent of the caAc, 

Heraclitus ne*er would deny 

A bumper to chcrifli his heart; 
And when he was maudlin would cry, 

Becaufs he had empty'd his quart: 
Tho' fome are fo foolifh »o think, 

He wepr at men's follies and vice ; 
•Twas only his cuftom to dri.ik, 

Till the liquor Aow'd out of his eyea. 

. Democritus always was ghd 

To tipple and cheriib his foul; 
Would laugh like z man that was mad. 

When over a good flotilng bowl j 
As long 55 his celLir was ftor'd, 

The liquor he'd merrily quaff"; 
And when he was drunk as a lord, 

At ttiem that were fober he'd laugb* 

Wife Solon, who carefully gave 

Good laws unto Athens of old. 
And thought the rich Crcefus 4 Have 

(Tho* a kirg) to bis coffers of gold ; 
Hr deli^'hted in plentiful bowls, 

But'driikiog much (alk would deciine, 
Becaufe *twas the cuiTom of fools, 

T« prattle much over their wine. 

Old Socrates ne'er was content, 

Till a bottle had hciihten'd his joys. 
Who in's cups to the oracles went, 

Or he re'er had keen counted fo wife : 
Lare hour) he mod certainly lov'd, 

Made wine the delight of his life. 
Or Xantippe would never have proved 

Such a damnable fcold of a wife. 

Grave Seneca, fam'd for his parts, 

Who tutofd the bully of Rome, 
Crew wif: o'er his cups and his quarts, 

Which he drank like a mifer at home ; 
AnH, to ihew he lov'd wine that was good, 

To the laft, (we may truly aver it) 
He tinftur'd his bath with his blood, 

So faocy'd he dyM in his claret. 

PythMgoru d'ld Hknct enjoin 
On fit pupils who w/fdom would Ceek^ 
Mcctute hn tippled good wine 
TiJJ biafelf WA% uoable to fpeak j 



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And when he wu whimficat grown 
With fippiog hit pienciftt) bowls, 

By the fhength of the juice in his crowO| 
He coaceir^d tranfmigration of fouls. 

Copernicus too, like the reft, 

Believ'd there was wifdom iti wiae. 
And thought that a cup of the beft 

Made reafon the brighter to fliine ; 
With wine he replenifli'd his veins. 

And made his philofophy reel ; 
Then faocy'd the world, like his brains, 

Turn'd round like a chariot wheel. 

Ariftotle, that mafler of arts. 

Had been but a dunce without wine. 
And what we afcribe to his parts 

Is due to the juice of the vine } 
His belly, moft writers agree. 

Was as big as a witering-tiough ; 
He therefore ieap*d into the fea, 

Becaufe he'd have liquor enough. 

When Pyrrhohas taken a glafs, 

He faw that no chjeA appeared 
Exs^y rhe fame as it was 

Before hebnd liquor'd his beard : 
For things running round in his drink. 

Which fober he morion lefs found, 
Occsfion'd the fcrptic to think 

There was nothing of truth to be fbood. 

Old Plato was rrrkon'd divine. 

He fondly to wifdcm was prone } 
Butiiad it not been fir good wine. 

His merits had never been known. 
By wine we a;e generous made. 

It furniihes fancy with wings, 
Without it we ne'er (houU have had 

Philofophers, poeu, or kings. 



SONG 



1157. 



^ Cohler there was* and h^ liv'd in a ftaH, 
A .Which ferv'dhim for parlour, for kitshfO, 

and hall; 
Noco^n in his pocket, nor care in bis pate, 
Noambicloa had he, nor duns at hjis gate* 
Derry down, down ; down, derry down* 

Contented he work'd; and he thought himielf 
happy. 
' If at night he could purchafe a jug of brown 
nappy : 
How he'd laugh then, and whittle, and fiog too 

moft fweer, 
'Saying, Juft to a hair I have made both ends 
meet, 
Derry down, down, &c. 

But love, the difturber of high and of low. 
That ftioots at the peafant as well as the bean ; 
He (hot the poor cobler quite thro* the heart, 
I wifli he bad hit fome more ignoblopart. 
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Her eyt% ihone fo bright when (he rofe evVy 

d«y, 
Thst flie (hot the poor cobler quite over the 

way. 
Derry down^ dowo> Sec, 

He fung her love-fongi as he fat tt his worky 
But (he wu ai hard as a Jew or a Turk • 
Whenever he fpake (he would flounce and 

would fleer. 
Which put the poor coblt^ quite into defpair. 
Derry down, down, &c. 

He took op his awl that he had !n the world, 
And to make away with himfelf was refolv'd j 
Hepierc*d thro* his body, inftead of the fole. 
So the cobler he dy*d, and the bell it did toll. 
Derry down, down. Sec, 

And now, in good-will, I advife as a friend. 
All cobiers cake warning by this cobler*s cod ; 
Keep your hearts out of love, for we find by 

what*s pa(^. 
That love bring! ut all to an end at the XaJk* 
Derry down, down ; down, derry down. 



SONG 1258. 

^jHE ftone that all things turns at will 

To gold, the chyoiift craves ; 
But gold, without the chymift's (kill. 
Turns all men into knaves. 

The merchant wou*d the courtier cheat. 

When on hit goods he lays 
Too high a price — but, faith he*s bit. 

For a courtier never pays. 

The lawyer with a face demure, 
Han^s hlrn who fleals your pelf; 

Becaufe the' good man can endure 
No robber but himfelf. 

Betwixt the quack and highwayman, 
What diflfreace can there be ? 

Tho* this with piflol, that with pen, 
Both kill yoo for a fee. 

The hufband cheats his loving wife, 

Atid to a miftrefs goes; 
While flic, at home, to eafe her life, 

Caroufeswith the beaus. 

The tenant doth the ftrward nick, 

(So low this art we find) 
The fteward doth his lordfliip tricky 

My lord tricks all mankind. 

One (t€t there is, to whofe fair lot. 

No cheating arts do fall i 
And thofe are parfons caird, God wot« 

And fo I cheat you all. 



SONG 1259. 
JjRtNK thout, mjr dear fHtnd, 

Stamds ufcleis the fulUaowing bowlf 



Leave your forrows behind. 
Give your cares to the wind^ 
And drink to each jolly brave fool* 

For Aicides the fam*d. 

Who monHers all tam*d, 
And bound the flout porter of hell } 

Though immortal his line, « 

Had it not been for wine. 
Might, like them he conquerM, hive fell. 

Though Achilles the great. 

When he fought at fuch rate, 
He flew the great Heftor of Troys 

*Twas the grape's potent juice 

Made him wonders produce. 
And Priam's whole race to deftroy. 

NeoptolemuS) too. 

The fame fleps did purfue. 
And trac*d the fam'd heroes of yore} 

He'd in drinking selax, 

And then Pyrrhus's a^s 
Were as great as his father's before. 

And Ul)fles the fly 

Had been drinking (for why) 
When the Trojan Palladium he ftole | 

For his fubtle thoughts fprung. 

If e*er Ajax but fung 
The charms of a fparkling full bowl. 

Since in drinking we find 

There's a charm for the mind. 
Let Bacchus then join in hit train; 

Drink, my lads, drink about. 

Let us fee the bowl out. 
And once more we'll fill it again. 



SONG 1260. 

Sung in Perfeut and AnJrowuds* 

pjO NV pleafant a failor'a life paflfttty 

Who roams o'er the watery main 1 
No treafure he ever amaflTes, 

But chearfuUy fpends all his gain* 
We're ftrangers to party and fa£UoD» 

To honour and honefly true. 
And would not commit a bafe a^ofly 

For power or profit in view. 
Then why (hould we quarrel for riches^ 

Or any fuch glittering toys } 
A light heart, and a thin pair of breechei| 

Goes thorough the world, brave boys* 

The world is a beautiful garden, 

Enrich'd with the bleflingsof life* 
The toiler with plenty rewarding. 

Which plenty too often breeds flrife. 
When terrible tempefls afl*4il us,^ 

And mountainous billows afFrighty 
No grandeur or wealth can avail Uf, 

But flcilful induftry fleers right. 

Then why, &c. 

The cout^tt*% ttvoT* IvJtJ^^^^A ^'W.V'*^ 
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The various bleflings of nature. 

In various nations we try; 
No mortals thin us c^n b« greater^ 

Who merrily live tilt we de, 
Tben why Aould we qtiarrel for richesy 

Or any fuch glittering toys f 
A light hearty and a thin pair of breechety 

Goes thorough the world, brave boyi» 



SONG i%6i. 

"^^INE, wine is alone the briflc fountarn of 

mirth, 
Whence jollity fprings, and contentment hai 

birth i 
What mortals fo happy as we who combine. 
And fix our delight in the ju'ce of the vinfr^ 
1^0 care interrupts when the bottle's in view. 
Then glafs after glafi, my boys, let us parfae. 

Our laws are our own, not inforc*J by the crown , 
And we ftand to them fair, till we fairly f^U 

down; 
At a£ts or repeals we difdain to repine* 
Nor grudge any ux, but the tax on our winet 
To Caefar and Bacchus our tribute is due. 
Then gUfs afier gUft, my bo}s, lee us purfue. 

His wor/hip (o grave here may rtjvel and roar, 
The lawyer fpealc truth, who ne'er fpoke fo 

be fore 5 
The parfon here, flrlpt of his priefthood*s dtf- 

(rwife, 
And Chloe*! fcornM lover get drunk and grow 

wife; 
The hnfliand msy learn here to combat the 

Arew; 
So glafs after glafs, my boys, let os porfiir. 

The chacc of the bottle few accidents wait, 
We fcldom break necks, tho* we oft crack a 

pate. 
If wars rife among ue, they foon a^ain ceafe. 
One bumper brings trucci and another brings 

pescet 
*Tis this way alone we life*a evils fubdue; 
Then glaft after glafs, my boys^ let us purfue. 



SONG 1262. 

3 O M £ hoift up fortune to the iSdei, 

Others debafe her to a bubble ; 
I not her frowns or favours prise. 

Nor think the changiing worth my trouble. 
If at my door (kt chance to Itght, 

I civilly my gue(l receive ; 
The vi/it paid, I bid good night; 
Nor murmur when ihe takfis her leave. 
Tbo' profperoui gdUs ray canvas croud» 
Tho" fmoQth the wavcs> ferene the ftcjfj 
I truli not C2lmi, chcy ftormt forW^de , 



Then, virtue, to the helm repair. 
Thou, innooence, flialt guide the oar; 

Now rage ye winds, ftorms rend the air. 
My barque thus mann*d Aall gain the &ore. 



SONG 1263. 

^ Y pa/fioft is as muftafd ftroag, 

I fit all fober fad. 
Drunk ss a piper all day long. 
Or like a March- hare mad. 

Ronnd aa a hoop the bumpers flow^ 
1 drink, yet can't forget her ; 

For tho* as drunk a» David^s fow, 
I love her fti!l the better. 

Pert as a pear, monger I *d b«,- 

If Molly were but kind. 
Cool as cucumber conid fee 

The reft of womankind. 

Like a ftuck pig I gaping ftare^ 

And eye her o'er snd o'er ; 
Lean as a rake with fighs and care» 

Sleek as a moufe before. 

Plump as a partiidge I was known. 

And foft as ftlk my /kin. 
My cheeks as fat as butter grown. 

But as a gfoat now thin. 

I melancholy at a cat. 

Am kept awake to weep ^ 
But (he, Infenfihte of that, 

Sound as a top can lleep. 

Hard is her heart, as flint or ftone. 

She laughs to fee me pale ; 
And merry as a grig is grown. 

And briik as bottled-ale. 

The god of love, at her approach. 

Is bufy aa a bee ; 
Hearts found as any bell or roach. 

Are fmit, and figh like me. 

Ah me ! as thick as hops or hall 
The fine men croud about her | 

But foon as dead as a door-nail 
Shall 1 be, if without her. 

Straight as mf le^ her fbape appears. 
Oh ! were we join'd toJfethcr» 

My heart would foon be free from cares, . 
And lighter than a feather. 

As fine as five-pence iaher mien^ 

No .drum was ever tighter $ 
Her glance i& as a raaor keen. 

And not the (en ia brightcr.^ 

As foft as psp her kifi^s ai», 

Methipks 1 feel them yet i 
Brown as a berry is her hair, 

Hv eyes as black as jet. 

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)ody-loufe (he tripiy 
I • penny dreft^ 
t rofe her face andlipiy 
M t globe her bread. 

egg was I with glee, 
ppy as a king} 
: ! how all men envy*d vac 1 
*d like any thing. 

If hell, fhe like the wind 
d as her fex mod do, 
ning as the turtle kind, 
the gofpe^ true. 

4olly could agree, 

wUl take Peru $ 

an empVor I /hould be, 
Cher than i Jew. 

;row tender as a chick, 

Uasaanypoft} 

ce burrs together ftick, 

arm at any toaft. 

low me truer than i die* 
riih me better fped, 
flounder when I lie, 
s a herring dead. 

1 gun (he*ll drop a tear, 
gh» perhaps, and wifli} 
on as rotten as a pear, 
lute as any iifli. 



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a fct of fober alTet 
1 againd the joys of drinking, 
ule water, tea, 
d milk agree, 
t cold brains a thinking ; 
wer and wealth, 
luty, health, 

ud mirth in winf Arecrown'd s 
f% abound, 
iafure*s found 
where the glafs goes toond. 

cient feds on happineft 
iflfer'd in opinion { 
It wi ferrules 
* modern (chools, 
ine fix their dprnimon. 
twer and wealth. Sec, 

;ives the lover vigour, 

es glow the cheeks of ^aoty^ 

akei poets write, 

nd foldiers fight, 

friendihip do ii*s duty. 

>wer and wealth, &c. 

was-the only Helicon, 
!nce poeu are long*llY*d fo } 
7wai no other main 
han kriik chanpaign, 
SDce Venui waa derived iao« 
iwerMnd wealth, Ste» 
tear'ii fn Fiudon^t box 
ads of ill had lent ui. 



In a merry mood, 
A bottle of good, 
Was cork'd up, to content m . 

All vt^toei wine is nurfe to. 

Of ivVy vice deftroyer. 

Gives dttllard^a wit. 

Makes juft the cit. 

Truth forces from the lawyer*. 

Power and wealth, &c. 

Wine fett our jop a fiowing« 
Our cart and forrow. drowning* 

Who raila at the bowl. 

Is a Turk in'i foul. 
And a cbxiftian ne*er fiiould own him : 

Power and wealth. 

Beauty, health. 
Wit and mirth in wine are crowaM : 

Joyt abound, 

Pleafure*a found 
Only where the glaft goes round* 



SONG 1365. 

Q O M E, all ye jolly Bacchanals^ 

That love to tope good wioe« 
Let us offier up a hogihead 
Unto our mafter*a ihrine. 
And a toping yre will go, itf» 

Then let us drink, and never ihriak. 
For I'll give a reafon why ; 

*Tis a great fin to leave a hoofe. 
Till we*ve drank the cellar dry. 
And a toping. Sec, 

In times of eld I wai a fool, 

I drank the water clear; 
But Bacchus took me from that nilr^ 

He thought *twai too fevere. 
And a toping. Arc. 

He fiird a goblet to Che brim. 

And bade me take a fop $ 
But had it been a gallon pot. 

By Jove Td tofs*d it op. 
And a toping. Arc. 

And ever fince that happy time, 
Good wine has been my chear; 

Now nothing puts me in a fwooo. 
But water or fmall-beer. 
And a toping. Sec, 

Thea let ui tope about, my boyt* 
And never flinch, nor fly j 

But fill our ikins brimful of wine. 
And drain the bottles dry. 
And a toping we will go« drc 



SONG is66. 









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War^M by the rofc*B hafty fall, 

I know my longeft reign; 
Ycc, for that powV I C4n*t recal, 

ril fcorn to feel a pain. 

Then know» falfe man, thy fabtleft irti 

Shall ne'er my foul betray, 
Nor fear of what old age may bring, 

Enflave my heart a day 5 
True, were my beauty all my botft. 

Since that will pafs fo foon, 
^were not amift in you to alk. 

Or me to grant the Ubbn. 

But fped with wifdomH friendly »i^» 

I alk no happier fUte ; 
Should Chloe live and die a maid. 

Is that a curfe fo great ? 
No Strephon, no x' I've yet one charoii 

When all the reft are fpent. 
Shall of it's cares e*en age difami 

'Tls— virtue, with content* 



SONG 1267. 

YOUNG Dorilas, an artleft fwain, 
And Daphne, pride of weftern plain. 

Their flocks together droTf '. 
Cay youth fat blooming on his face. 
She no lefs ihone with ev*ry grace; 

Yet neither thought cf love. 

With equal joy each mori> they meet ; 
At mid-d«y, feek the fame retreat. 

And ihelterin one grove; 
At evening haunt the felf-fame walk. 
Together innocently talk, 

But not a word of love. 

Hence mutual friendship Hrnily grew. 
Till heart to heart fpontancuubiew, 

Like bill to bill of Jove ; 
Both feel the flame whtcli both conceal. 
Both wiih the other vcould reveal, 

Yet neither fpeakt of love 

She hung with rapture o*er lits fenfe j 
He doated on her innocence : 

Thus each did each apprjve. 
Tliey vow'dy.ind ail their vowsobfferv*d $ 
The maid was true, the fw;|iune*er fweivM, 

Then ev'ry word was love. 



SONG 1268. 

Sung in the Maftjus of jUJhJ^ 

"^ HEN BrTtaln firft, at Heaven's command, 

Arofe from out the' azure imaln ; 
This was tfie charter of the land, 

And guardian angels fung this ftrain: . 
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves } 
hriior^s ntvtr will be flavfs. 

The oMtiqm not fo b!eft at thee, 

Afu/i, in their turns, to tyrantt ftlVt 
iKA///} r/iou AfJt flouriA great »ikd frte» 
The drea^'an<f envy of theo^ idU 
Rule, Bricaonia; kcm 



Still more majeftic (halt thou rife. 

More dreadful from each foreign ftrake; 

Ai the loud blaft that tears the duety 
Serves but to root thy native oak* 
Rule, Britannia, 4rc. 

Thee haughty tyrants ne^er (hall tame; 

All their attempts to bend thee dowo> 
Will but aroufe thy gen*rons flame; 

But work their woe, and thy renown. 
Role, Britannia, ice. 

To thee belongs the rural rei^n. 
Thy cities ihali with commerce ihine; 

All thine ihall be the fubje€b main. 
And ev*ry ibore it circlet thine. 
Rule, Britannia, &c« 

The mufes ftill with freedom found. 
Shall to thy happy coaft repair: 

Bleft ifle ! with matchlefs beauty crown*d, 
And manly hearts to guard the fa»r. 

Rule, Britannia, Britannia mle the waves; 

Britons never will be flaves. 



SONG 1269. 

'p.ELL me no no more of pointed 4arta, 
Of flaming eyes and bleeding hearts. 

The hyperboles of lave : 
Be honed to yourfelf and me. 
Speak truly what you hear and fee^ 

And then yourfuit may move* 

Why call me angel? why divine ? 
Why muftmy eyes the ftars outfliine? 

Can fuch deceit prevail ? 
For (hame, forbear this common role j 
*Tis law, *tis infulc, calls me fool; 

With me *twill always fail. 

Would you obtain an hoatfJt heart, 
Addrefs my nobler, better part; 

Pay homage to my mind; 
The pa/Hng hour brings on the day. 
And beauty quickly fades away. 

Nor leaves a rofe behind. 

Let then yuur open, manly fenfe. 
The moral ornaments difpenfe. 

And to my worth be true ; 
So may your fuit itfelf indear. 
Nor for the charms you fay 1 wear^ 

But thoie i tind in yjo. 



S O N X3 127a, 

QN tree-topt hill, or tufted ^reen» 
While y*t Aurora's veft i« fcen j 
Before the fun has left the (ea. 
Let the frefli morning breathe on me. 



To furze-blown heath, or paftare 1 
Do thou my happy footfteps lend ; 
Then fliew tome the pleafing ftream, 
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Is begin their evening fong, 
ee the time feems nerer long; 
fpeak our love that*i paiA> 
nt how long it has to lad. 

temally» and thou 
ily look at kind as now $ 
more, far that aifords 
not in the force of words. 



SONG 1271. 

be purple morn arifet 

ik with red the bliifliing fldesy 

from his balmy wing, 

Jie fragrance of the fpring. 

s vlgoor now it paft, 
raptures fmile at la(l ; 
I billows cr.afc to roafy 
along the filent ^hore. 



SONG 1271. 

lepherd is jpne far away o*er the plain, 
lile in forfow behind I am forc*d to re- 

ue-bells and TiMets the hedges adorn, 
!es are in blolTom, and fweet blows the 

fure they give me, in vain they look 

'1 

nothing can pleafe now my Jockey*s 

ay; 

I fit fingingi and this is my drain, 
lafte, to my arms my dear Jockey again* 

ads and their lafles are on the green met, 

mceand they fing, they laugh and they 

»t, 

xd and happy, with hearts full of glee; 

without envy their merriment fees 

•leafures offend me, my ihepherd*s not 

!re, 

fure I reii/h that Jockey doc*t ihare; 

•s me to figh, I from tears fcarce refrain, 

h my dear Jockey reiurtt'd back again. 

le fhall fuftain me, nor will I defpair, 
nis^d he wou*d in a fortnight be here; 
1 expectation my wjflies V\\ feaft^ 
6 my dear Jockey to Jenny will hafte: 
irewel each care, adieu each vain figb ; 
then be (b bled, or fo happy /m W 
•n the meadows, and alter my (Vain, 
Tockey returns to xiy arms back again. 



SONG 1272. 

Sung in the Oratorio of jUeL 

f chearfo), along the gay mead^ 
le daify and cowflip appear } 
cks, at they carclefsty feed, 
ice in the fpiing oT the year* 

rtlei that /b§Je the gay how^rf, 
erbsge thitfpria^i from tht M, 



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Trees, plants, cooIi«g fruits, tnd fw«etflQW*^t 
' All rife to the praife of my God. 

Shall nun, the great mafter of all. 

The only infenfible prove! 
Forbid it, fair giatitude's call, 

Forbid it devotion and love. 

The Lord, who fuch wonders could riifCy 
And dill can dedroy with a nod. 

My lips fliall inceflantly praife ; 

My foul ihall be wrapt in my God. 



SONG 1273. 

STRIPHON AMD CHLOKJ A CANTATA. 

Recitative. 

^Y^'^S'^ Strephon on fair Chlochangy 
And gently woo*d, and fweetly^fung ; 
The nymph in a difdainful air, 
Thus, fmiHng, mock'd the Aepherd*s care. 

AjJt. 

Swain, T know that you difcover "^ 

In my form a t^oufand charms; 
Can you point me out a lo«er 

Worthy my encircling arms ? 
Boy, no more ;ippxoach my betutyy 

Till you equal merit boad; 
To adore me is a duty, 

Thoufands witnefs to their coft. 

Recitative, 
3ttt9g to the heart, the reddening fwaio^ 



ptttMt 
Oiifte 



vain maid retorts again s 

Alt. 

Foolidi creature, did each feature 
bloom beyond the pride of nature. 
Artful feigning, coy, difJaining, 

Vain coquette, dedroys them all* 
po^ overbearing, proud, enfnaring. 
Lay a thoufand fops defpainng, 
Then complying, fighing, dying, 

To fomc fool a vi^im fall. 
Nymphs like you, whild they're dcceivTnf^ 

Angels all in front appear; 
But the fot their arts belieflng, 

Findi a devil in tl)e rear. 



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SONG 1274. 



^TTEND all ye nymphs and ye (WaiM ff 
the green. 
For you I have rov*d the plains round ; 
Whole months Tve been prying, and now I 
have feen 
Where fmiling Cpntent*s to be found, 
(pome quickly with me, and rillhew you tht 
wty 
To the rpot where he choCt hi* ttt»\i\ 
you muft iy Ciota x.\k^(€ ^\i\tii» \» ^ ^S^i-w^ 

A^i WW laa tasA \i2iw. >a:^ ^w^t Wk\. 



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1 fetifhc him *monfft crowdiy and in each 
{audy place. 
But tbofe were the manfions of care; 
In the palace of greatnefi unknown wu his 
face, 
Costentment bad never been there : 
I hied me to roofn that invited to joys, 

Hope tempted me thither to rove } 
But rude wai their wit, and their pleafurc wai 
noife, 
ThoQgh thej beckonM to peace and to love. 

And at h(V, near a brook, to a cottage I ftrayM, 

With a few /impte (beep on the green } 
The rofe and the woodbine their fweetnefi dif- 
p'ay'd, 

Not plenty, but health, bleft the fcenet 
Good-nature appeared, and unlitcht me thedoor, 

Nor knew what my coming there meant; 
Mow great my furpriae ! here my fearth was 
all o*cr, 

He told me his name wu Content* 



SONG 1275. 

Sung at Ranelagh. 

'P H E .women all tell me Tm falfe to my lafs; 
That r quit my poor Cbloe, and ftick to 

my glafs; 
But to you men of re^f jn, my reafons Til own ; 
And, if you don't like them, wky--letthem 

alone. *'T^^ 

Altho* I have left her, the truth VU decfaV 
1 believe (he was good, and I'mfurc /he was fair j 
Butgoodnefs and charms in a bumper I fee, 
That make ic a& good and as charming as flie. 

My Chloe had dimples and fmiles, I muft own : 
But, tho^ fliecoulo fmile, yet in truth ihe could 

frown I 
But tell me, ye lovers of liquor divine. 
Did you e'er fee a frown in a bumper of wine? 

Her lilies and rofes were juft in their prime ; 
Yet Klies and rofts are conquered by time; 
But In wine, from it's age, fuch a benefitflows. 
That we like ic the better, the older it grows. 

They tell me, my love would in time have been 

doy'd, 
And that beauty's inlipid when once 'tis en- 

joy'd 5 
But inwine I both lime and enjoyment defy; 
For the longer I drink, the more thirty am 1. 



But my wine neither nurfet nor babies en 

bring; 
And a big-belly'd bottle's a mighty good thtas. 

We fliorten our days when with love we engage ; 
tt brings 00 difeafes, and haftens old age : 
But wine from grim death can it'a votaries fate, 
And keep out t'other leg, when there's one 11 

the grave. 

Perhaps, like hcrfex, ever falfe to their worJ, 
She had left me to get an efUte, or a lord: 
But my bumper, regarding nor title or pelf. 
Will ftand by me when i can't ftaua by mjlelf. 

Then let my dear Chloe no longer complaio ; 
She's rid of her lover, and I of my pain t 
For in wine, mighty wine, many comforts I 

fpyj 

Should you doubt what I fay, take a bsmper, 
and try. 



SONG i%j6. 

AW A y to the woodlands, away ! 

The ihepherds are forming a ring. 
To dance to the honour of May, 

And welcome the pleafures of fprtn^t 
The ihepherdefs labours a grace. 

And (hines in her Sunday's array. 
And bears, in the bloom of her face. 

The charms and the beauties of May. 

Away, to the woodlands, away. 
And join with the amorous train ; 

*Tis trrafon to labour to day. 

Now Cupid and Bacchus muft reign. 

With garlands of primrofes made, 

' And crown'd with the fweet blooming fpray, 

Through woodland, and meadow, and (hade. 
We'll dance to the honour of May. 



Let murders, and battles, and h^ftory prove 
The mifchiefs that wait upon rivals in love: 
But in drinking, thank heav'n, no rival con- 
tends ; 
for the more, we love liquor, the mote we aie 
trieams, ^ 



SONG 1277. 

TKX HUMOUas t>r A COUMTKY-WAKl. 

Written by Mr. Cunningham. 

QOME laflea and lads, take leave of yoor dadi. 

And away to the maypole hie j 
For every die hu got her a he. 

And a fidler (landing by. 
There's Nanny has gbther Jack, and Jenny has 

got her Joe, 
To jig it, to jig It, to jig it, tojigit, tojigit 
to and fro. 



Strike up, fays Wat; agreed, fayi Kate} 

I pray the fidler pay ; 
CotvUtwX.^ ^v)vH<kd%,e\ *nd fo faya Madge 5 

\ TVvetlt.V^^ tMC&\k^%Mk\^\W)it\\.ttt<MdkliMH^ 

She, too, m igh t have poifon'd the joy of ti\^ Vtf e , \ Kn^ «^tl tcva\^ «v^ V.xx^ \\^ V^vj vt^ >p6^:v 
Wt/r nvrfts and babiet^ aod fquaUin^ and fiti\Ce\\ '^iv ii^^ o>^x. 



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Vov*re out» fsyt Dick; you lye, fays Nicky 

The fidler playt it falfe ; 
SOf fays Hugh ; and To, fays Sue ; 

And fo, fayt nimble Al'ce. 
The fidler then began to play the tune ag^in, 
And every maid did trip it, did trip it, did trip 
it unto the men. 

Let's kifs, fayf Nan ; content, fays Jane $ 

And To fays every /he; 
How many, fiyi Nat? why three, fays Matt, 
For this is a maiden*s fee. 
$ Bat they, inftead of three, did give them half a 
fcore $ 
The men in kindnefs did give them, did give 
them* did give them ss many more* 

Then after an hour, they tript to a bower, 

To play for ale and cakes, 
Andi kiiTes too, until they were due 

The maidens held the ftakes. 
The women then began toquarreiwiththemfn, 
And bid them to take their kiffes back, and 
give them their own again. 

Thus they fat until it was late. 
And tir'd the fidler quite, 
With finging and playing, without any paying, 

From morning until night. 
They told the fidler then, they'd pay him for 

• his play, 
And each gave two-pence, gave two-pence, 
gave two-pence and went their way. 

Good night, fays Cisj good night,' fays Prifs j 

Good night, fays Harry to Doll ; 
Good night, fays John ; good n^ght, fays Joan; 

Good night, fays every one. 
Some ran, fome went, fome ftay*d,fome tarry'd 

by the way ; 
£ach boi^nd themfelves, in kiifes twelve, to 
meet the next holiday. 



SONG 1278. 

THI DANCIRt or THI 8IA. 

^EASE, rude Boreas, bluftVing railer. 

Lift ye landmen all to me; 
Mefs-mates, hear a brother failor 

Sing the dangers of the fea : 
From bounding billows, firft in motion^ 

When the diftant whirlwinds rife, 
To the tem'peft troubled ocean. 

When the feas contend with (kief. 

Hark, the boatfwain hoarfly bawling. 

By top-fail (hcets, and haulyards ftand; 
Down top-gallants quick be bawling, 

Down your ftay-fails, hand, boys, hand! 
Now it frefhens, fet the braces, 

The lee top-fail fheets let go ; 
LofF, boys, luff, don't make wry faces. 

Up your top-fails nimbly clew. 

How all you on down-beds fporting, 

Fondl/ iock'd *twixt beauty's arms ; 
Frr/b enjoymenti wanton courting, 
SMft from JtU but lowe't aJamis : 



Round us roars the tempeft louder, 

Think what fears our minds enthral ) 
Harder yet, it yet blows harder, 
'Now again the boatfwain caIIs. 

The top-fail yards point to the win4, boyiy 

S^e all clear to reef each courfe; , 
Let the fore-fhret go, don't mind, boyty 

Tho' the weather Hiould be wotfe: 
Fore and aft the fprit-fail yard get, 

Reef the miien, fee all clear ) 
Hands up, each preventer brace fet, 

Man the fore-yard, chear, lads, cheat | 

Now the dreadful thunders roaring, 

Peals on peals contending cla(h; 
On oar heads fierce rain falls pourings 

In our eyes blue lightnings fla/h t 
One wide water all around us. 

All above bft one black fkyj 
Different deaths at once furround ut. 

Hark ! what means yon dreadful cry ^ 

The fore-maft*s gone I cries ev^ry tongue ovtf 

O'er the lee, twelve feet *bove deck} 
A leak beneath the cheft-tree*s fprung outy 

Call all hands to clear the wreck : 
Quick the laniards cut to pieces. 

Come, my hearts, be Aout and bold| 
Plumb the well, the leak increafes. 

Four feet water's in the held ! 1 

While o'er the (hip the wild wave8*beating> 
We for wives or children m^urn ; 

Alas! froa* hence there's n« retrearing, 
Alas ! to them there's no returfi : 

Still the leak is gaining on us, 

^Both chain-pumps are choak'd below ) 

^av'n have mercy here upon us. 
Only He can fave us now. 

On the Ire-beam is the land, boys. 

Let the guns o'erboard be thrown, 
To the pump come ev'ry hand, boys; 

See, her mizen-maA is gone : 
The leak we've found, it can't pour faft^ 

We've lighten'd her a foot or more; 
Up and rig a jury fore-maft : 

She rights, /he rights, boys, wear off ihore. 

Now once more on joys we're thinking. 

Since kind fortune fav'd our lives ; 
Comf, the cann, boys, let's be drinking 

To our fweethe>rt$ and our wives : 
Fill it up, about ihip wheel it, 

Ciofe to lips the brimmer join; 
Where's the tempeft now ? who feels it ? 

None ; our danger's drown'd in wine. 



SONG 



1279. 



^AIL! Burgundy, thou juice divine! 

Infpirer of my fong I 
The praifes given to other wine. 

To thee alone belong ; 
Of poignant wit and rofy charms 

Thou caii\(V. xVki ^ovjw\Tii^\aH^\ 
, Care of \f^ ft\t\^ \V\'^ \i^\\ti ^\V«xxea% 
i Thou no\k\efiL v^\ ul "^w^. 



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Bright Phcebus on the parent vines, 

From whence thy current ftreams, 
Sweet fmiling thro* the trndril fhinesi 

And Uvifh darts his beams ; 
The pregnant jrrape receives his fires. 

And all his force retains ; 
With that fame warmth our brains infpireSy 

And animates our ftraint. 

From thee my Chloe's radiant eye 

New rparklin<; beams receives y 
Her cheelcs imbibe u ro/itr dye. 

Her beauteous bofom heaves : 
Summoned to love by thy alarms, 

O ! with what nervous lieat, 
Worthy the fair, we fill their arms. 

And oft our blifs repeat ! 

The Stoic, prone to thought intenfe. 

Thy foftnefs can unbind, 
A cheart'ul gitiety difpenfe, 

And make him tafte a friend; 
ff IS brow grows clear, he feels content. 

Forget* his prnfive ftrife ; 
And then concludes his time well fpent. 

In honeft focial life. 

E>n beaux, thofe fofc amphibious things, 

Wrapt up in felf and drefs, 
QiHte led to the dt;]ight th j'. fpringt 

From fenfr, thv pow'r confefs } 
The fop, with ciiitty maudiin face. 

That dares kut deeply drinic. 
Forgets his queue and fiifF grimace, 

Grows free, and feems to thinic. 



SONG 1280. 

SHEPHERDS, I have I0.I my love, 

Have you Cetn my Anna ? 
Piride of cv'ry fhady grove 

Upon the banks of Banna. 
I for her my home forfook, 

Near yon mifty mountain 5 
I*eft my flock, my pipe, my crook. 

Greenwood ihade, and fountain. 

Never ihall I fee them more, . 

Until her retorning ; 
All the joys of life are o'er. 

From j;ladncfs changed to mourning. 
Whither is my charmer flown? 

Shepherds, tell me whither ? 
Ah ! woe for me, perhaps flic's gone 

For ever, and for ever. 



SONG 1281. 

Sung in the School for ScanJa/, 

J-JERE's to the maid of bartiful fifteen, 

Likewife to the widow of fifty ; 
Hers^s to the bold and extravagant quean, 
And here*3 to the hopfewifc that a thnfi^. 
Let the. toafi pafi, 
Drink to the lafs. 
Warrant Ac'ii prove an cxcufe for U\e ^WCt, 



Here's to the maiden whofe dimples we prii«, 
And likewife to her that hak none. Sir; 

Here's to the maid with a pair of blue eyes. 
And here is to her th;it's but one, Sir. 
Let the toaft pafs, &c. 

Here's to the maid with a bofom of (bow, 
And to her thac*s as brown as a berry; 

And here's to the wife with a face full of wotf, 
And here's to the girl that is merry. 
Let the toail pafs, tec. 

Let her be clumfy, or let her be Aim, 

Young, or ancient, I care nor a feather; 
So fill the pine bumper quite up to the brini) 
And e'en let us toaft them together. 
Let the toaft pafs. 
Drink to the lafs, 
I warrant flie'U prove an excufe for the glaCt. 



SONG 1282. 

THE SWEET OF SWEETS. 

gWEET are the b^nks when fpring perfbrnei 

The verdant plants and laughing fioven, 
Frajprant the violet as it blooms, 

And fweet the bloffom after fliowers: 
Sweet is the foft, the funny breeze. 

That fans the golden orange-grove; 
But oh ! how fweeter far than thefc 

The kiflcs are of her I love. 

Ye rofes, blufliing in your beds. 

That with your odours fcent the air; 
Ye lilies chafte, with fijver heads. 

As dear Cleora's bofom fair; 
No more I court your balmy fweett. 

For I, and I alone, can prove 
How fweeter, when each other meets. 

The ki/Tes are of her I love. 

Her tempting eyes my gaze incijn'd. 

Their pleafing leflon firft I caught. 
Her fenfe, her frJendfhip, next confin'd 

The willing pupil /he had taught. 
Should fortune, ftooping from the flcy. 

Conduct me to her brigh'- alcove 1 
Yet like the rurtle I /hould die. 

Denied the kifs of her J love. 



SONG 1283. 

Written by Mr. Hawkiws. 

J^ET poets praife the pafturR mead. 

The mof»-clad hill, the dale; 
The (hepherd piping on the reed. 
The maid with milking-pail. 

The lark who foars on pinions high, 

With mellifluous wotej 
The flieep, the hcid, the butterfly. 

The friflcy fawn, the goat. 

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While 1 1 loftier theme rehearfe, 

And think on there no more; 
Butpraife/m fond and faithful verfey 

The ol?jeft I adore. 

Her Acin is like the Hly whitCy 

Her cheeks red rofes are; 
Her eye* oucifaine the fun-beams iigbt> 

Her fliape woA debonair. 

Herlmanners mild as turtle-dove^ 

In ringlets flow her hair ; 
She looks— (he is the queen of love. 

And faireft of the fair. 

Her breath like fpicy odours fweet 

That fcent the eaftcrn clime; 
Her mind, her ways, are allcorepleaty 

And fource of all fubliroe. 

To dwell with her th-ough lifers fhort fpace. 
And view her heav'nly charms; 

Are all the joys 1 wifh to trace, 
Then die within her arms. 



SONG 12S4. 

A PASTORAL. 

Written by Mr. Best. 

J^ y chearful companions attend, 

Ye ihepherds and nymphs of the pUin^ 
In filence my forrows befriend, 

Thofe ferrows which furrly are vain; 
Yet gratitude claims the foft figh. 

And pity fubdues my fond heart; 
CompafTion now flows from my eye. 

Unfeigned, or untainted by art. 

My Colin, alas! is no more 

The pride and delight of each eye^ 
No more (hall he cheri(h the poor. 

No more the afflicted fupply; 
How anxious to foothe the diftreft, 

How eager their griefs 10 afTwaje ; 
Nor evsr was Colin more ble(T, 

Than, in fondncfs, when waiting on tge. 

Thr rich and the great he defpis*d, 

Nor valti'd the world for it's wraith ; 
*Twa8 wifdom and honour he priz'd. 

The Aiurce of contentment and healths 
While blooming with virtue and truth. 

Simplicity lifp^d on his tongue, 
Vi%aciry fmiPd with his youth. 

And the fyrcns would ceafe when he fung, 

No more (hall I hc.ir his fond tale, 

Beneath yomCr oak in the grove; 
No more iTiall I blefs the fcf: 5;alc, 

That fann'd the reefs of my love: 
See, Philomel v.ccps on the foray. 

No more to rev'.fit the grove ; 
The fongilcrs no longer arc gay. 

But mourn the fad lofs of my love. 

Adieu, yc dear {hadet of my bitfs, 

l^hrre Colin i^af condint and true j 
Where ot\i've received hii fond ki(% } 
Sue w el, ani for ev^r idj'eu. 



Yf nymph t, my comptfiions fo dear, 
Whofe feelings my forrows oppreft^ 

Adieu! but forgive the fond tear 
That flows from the fount of diftrefi. . . 

Alas! the delights of the gay. 

The joys of the rich and thie great. 
All fade as the flowers in May, 

That bloom and confume with the hctt^ 
What's life, but the ofFspring of care; 

A (hadow, that rapidly flies, 
A dream of diflrefs and defpair. 

That bloflbms with hope, at it diet? 

V\\ hie me, where Colin is laid. 

And there, undiflurb'd will I weepi 
Till nature's great debt I have paid. 

My eyes (hall be ftrangers to fleep* 
She inflantly quitted the grove. 

And all the long night wept and fighM 
0>r the fod that fequcfter'd her love. 

Till the morn, when fke flcken'd and dIdU 



SONG jz%s. 

I 

THE CAMP-MXDLST. 

^ H E lark was up, the mbrmng grey. 

The drum had beat a rerelly. 
And jolly foldiers on the ground. 
In peaceful camp flept fafe and found s 
Only one poor foldier, who. 
Nought but love could e'er fubdoe. 
Wandered to a neighbouring grove. 
There to vent hit plainu of love. 

For women are whimflcal, changeable thingt, 
Their fweets, like the bee't, are mingled widi 

flings; 
They're not to be got withont toil, care and eoft. 
They're hard to be won and arc eafily loft. 
In fceking a fair-one, I found, to my fmart, 
I know not the way, but I loft my OWO hc^rt* 
Ah! haplefs, hapiefs day. 

That e'er I faw fair Biddy ; 
My heart (lie ftole away. 

My head (he turn'd quite giddy, 
The world may laugh and ftare, 

'Tis truly flrange to fee, 
A lover fo fincere, 

A fwain admir'd like me. 

She's graceful, tall and (lender. 

She's brighter than the fun| 
Her looks are fofc and tender. 

But oh ! her heart's of ftone: 
Nor tears, nor(ighs can move her | 

My bleeding heart (he fees. 
She knows too well I love her. 

In vain Iflrive to pleafe. 

Too vainly once I thought 

To gain the lovely charmer. 
And ev'ry method fought. 

In hopes to win ^Tvd v«ixrcwViAX\ 

But aU VD^ VlO^M ^Tt ^^tT\ 

V/hatt\\*Tm* \.Vv^u c%xv.\ \t^\ 
i But,\\kt% Vvaij\eC%\oN«> 
I rU fct mc 4«>Ha wi^ «v^* 



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At on the ground he layi 
Minerva came that way. 
In armour bright and gay. 
And that to him did fay i 

Rife, foldier, rife, 
The drum hit beat to armiy 
Hark to her loud aiarma 1 

Hang her beauty. 

Mind your duty. 
Think not of her charms. 

Rife, foidier, rife; 
Y\\ take you by the hand, 
' And rU lead you through the land j 
I'll give you the command 
Of a well chtfen band. 

Doa*t be ftupid. 

Drive away Cupid, 
FoQow Minerra*! wife advice. 

Soldier, go home, go home, 
Nor mind your miftrefs's kora | 

Slight, flight her again } 

For flighted vowi fliould flight return. 

The foldierthoi roosM from his amorous flotk, 

Hafted away to hit duty; 
Swore to Minerva a terrible oath, 

He*d never more think of her beauty. 
Batchelor bloflf, bauhelor bluff; 
Heigh for a heart that it rugged and tough* 

He that is fingle can never wear horns | ' 

He that it fingle is happy ; 
He that it married lays ypon thornt. 

And always is ragged and ihabby. 
Batchelor bluff, &c. 

He that it fingle, he fean nottheroat. 
Nothing to him can^be fweeter ; 

He hat no wife that can wimper and post. 
Or 4U7, Can you leave me, dear creature. 

Batchelor bluff, batchelor bluff; 

Heigh for a heart that it rugged and toogh. 

Te belles and flirtt, fo fmart and fair. 
Say, are not foldiers ferm*d for love ? 

For yott fliall find them all fincere. 

Would you but kind and conftant prove s 

But if you flight their paflion ftiU, 
And tyraanife o*er hearct fo true» 



Depend upon't theyMl all rebel, 
And will not care one fig for yoo« 

Ah ! hdid your fooli/h tongue 
A little laughing Cupid faid, 
. Have you not heard it fung, 
That conftahcy will win a maid } 

And what on earth would ever prove 

Superior to the joyt of love ! 

Let wifdom preach in fchools. 
For what hat fhe with love to do; 

We go not by fuch rules : 
Unbounded pleafures we purfue; 

On rofy wine our fancies fly; 

We ev'ry wordly care de^. 

Let Mars in council boaft. 
Of refolution, ftrength, and art ; 

Love comes without a hoft. 
And deals away the foldier*s heart t 

Love breaks the bow, the fword and fpear, 

And turns the angry face of war. 

£*en mighty Jove above 
Hath been by Cupid's pow*r o*erc0me ; 

There's none can conquer love, 
Tho* arm'd with fword and fpear, or gun. 

Then ground your arms, ye font of war; 

None can refift the Briti(hfair. 



SONG ia86. 

Written by the Editor. 

1^ Y Nancy quits the rural plain, 

And kindly feeks her faithfol fwaln; 
Who, *midft the din of war*s alarms. 
His much-lov*d country calls to arms. 

Of old, when heroes fally*d forth, 
To^fefcue innocence and worth. 
The fair»one*t image in the heart. 
Could vigour to their nerves imparts 

Then wSlit fuperior laurels, now, 
Muft griiiee the happy foldier's brow ; 
Bleft with her prefence in the field. 
To whom alone his heart can yield! 



FINIS. 



INDEX. 



4S4 

49 

54 

55 

59 



Song 
did you not hear of a jolly, tec, 29 
bringing home, the other day 
1 damafk. ro'.e is fweec 
c noitght to love difpleafing 
y charmer, my Ko(:?lind wake 
m Cilice's kner, in chat 
on Banna's banks I ftray'd, &c. 
Ma:celia, maid divine 
e can one fi.id a true fwain 
rt and Phillis fat 
f hope my foid revives 
c nymphs, while I impart 
, ye fair tuneful nine 
jnn'd his fellow fwains 
n Cupid faw, on*: day 



ivastendiny her ftierp t'other day 189 



at's neither high nor low 190 

behoh, of moft ex'p-five credit 194 

fh the grove I chanc'd to (Vray 207 

phon, what can mran the j >y 244 

: balmy lephyr blows 286 

ly fair, the morning fprings 288 

: Downs f^e rtect vas moor'd 290 

long tortur*«i with difHain 317 

for, where i h.<mcs glides. Sec. 318 
ill \e fhcphcrds and nymphs, &c. 319 

oycus in a pleafant room 330 

d Britannia ey'd the main 332 

r fair, fequeiter'd cell 334 

r to the wake that is held, tec, 340 

low artlefs a lover 365 

adorn'd with ev'ry art 368 

Sou blithefome god of day 370 

th?:, alas! ihail 1 fly 372 

i; time whsn bufy ♦aces meet 380 

the cool and purling rill 406 

tiilc tar, but a little time fince 421 
; warai feafon, when f4rniers, &c. 449 
e looks gay 
y hours, how fleeilng 
g d^y, and ritirig tnorii 
"air, beneath yon pine y 
, bleft with ev'ry grace 
that is hired 

* A*>" g*ng'd b.'-ihe his way 
.1.1, late, within the grove 
ow in vailirs !v«ng 

ill foft fighs ! for our danger, &:ۥ 603 

' mti/? woroi my flame reveal 610 
r find tidlers, rvho cunningly, Scc» G-^c 



SoUf 
A(k not the caufe why fullen fpring 6^t 

As 1 faw fair Chloe walk alone 653 

Amphitryon, and his bride, a godlike pair 6vm 
As in a penfive form Myrtilla fat 66t 

As in a tavern toping Lewis drank 69^ 

As late the celedials together were mtft 70^ 
As porter Will along St. Paul's did move 7*5 
AwAk'd by the horo, like the fpring. Ice. 73$ 
79 ^ All on the pleafant banks of Tweed 73S 

93 As calms fucceed when Aorms are paft 741 
As Joe with his paiU went a milking, &c. 75) 
A good repute, a virtuous name 767 

All whimfical people come hither - 
A wit and captain drove, Sir 
AmiMtor, how canil thou refufe 
Advife your frirnd, grave noan of art 
As la'eiy, at a rural fair 
Again in ruftic weeds array'd 
Ail you that e'er taOedof SwatfaUHall beer 796 
Alone, by the fide of a murmuring rill 
Ah ! bright Belinda, hither fly 
Ah I how vainly mortals treafure 
Ah ! whither (hall I fly to find relief 
At noon, on a fultry luramer s day 
As tippling John was jogging on 
Ancient fagcs louily fpeak 



101 
"5 
145 
>54 
163 
169 
170 



453 

49c 

507 
535 
537 
543 



563 
59^ 



7^ 
77« 

78$ 
7W 
79« 



22 

804 

S60 



At once I'm in love wich two nympht,&c» S74 
As Dian and her hunting train 87S 

Ah, let it ne'er wich truth be faid ' 88) 

As on a fummer's day 885 

As liberty, from out the flcy 890 

A taylor there was, and he liv'd, &c« 891 

As Chloe ply'd her needle's art 894 

Alexis, a pretty young fwain 89$ 

Alexis, a (hephrrd, young, conftant, &c. 898 
As tink'ring r#m the (Ireets his trade, &c. 899 
Afifl me ev'ry tuneful bard 901 

As Ch.'ce fat HielLfr'd, andbreath'd, iec> 90* 
Arile, fwcet mefl'enger of morn 903 

As Chloe came into the room t'other day 904^ 
All you that wou d refine your blood 909 

As blithe as the linnet fings in the. Sec. 910 
Attend, ye ever tuneful fwains • 9*' 

As Cela.ion once from his cottage didftray 9x5 
At the foot of the hill, in a re^t, fee, 9XC 
As May in all her youthful cirefj oiS 



544^^ Ason lay's bank I v.'anJei'J i.i frarch.&c. 4^26 



by a ihidy grove 



A$Thyrfi«,reclin'J bv her fvde Jieiuvd beft(;27 
As I on purple t.ipTny lay 920 

As t'other dav o'et vK«.%ie'tTvv(\^"44Q>?<^t«.v.« ^1^ 
As ihe TV\amt* r\\eTK\. ^xt^tcv ^\t'^\> U^^ ^«# 
^ ,^ , As tV.e ^\ovjmv\ V\omt'»iux^ %^t^ Vf 

C39 \ Ah, v^"^^»^^* v\vouU^i\»v^«^'t«ix^^^> ^^* "^^ 



INDEX. 



Song 
A« Bacchus and M.:re once to-jethcr, Sec. 1023 
As Jockey fat beneath a cypicfo Ihade 1036 
At Patemon*s rural retreat IG40 

As Strrphon was ftroliing along, Arc. 1046 
Ahy Cliloris! could I now but fi: ici;8 

Ah I why (hould love, with tyr?ntfway 1063 
Ah! the (hcpherd's mournful fate 1072 

Arife, arifc, great dead, for arms, i:c. ICS3 
At near a weeping fpring recliii'd 1 ici 

AHc me nor, how calmly 1 ii^3 

Adieu, ye jovial youths, who join li>7 

An amorous Twain to Jnno ptay'J ii6s 

All my paft life it mine no more 1 1 6S 

Ah! think not to deceive me 1201 

A choir of bright beauties in fpring, Sec, 1205 
At Celia in her garden ftray'd 1237 

At lite in the meadow reclined I lay 124.2 
Acobler there wa*, and he liv'd in a ftal! 1257 
Attend all ye nymphs and ye fwaias^&c. 1274 
Away to the wcodian'cls, away 2276 



B. 



Biythe Joclcey, young and gay 23 

Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear 132 

Bright Cynthia*s pow*r, divinely great 165 

By moffy brook, and flow'ry plain 183 

Beneath a green /hade, a lovely, Sec, 267 

Belinda, with affe&ed mien 289 
By the fide of a dream, at the foot, Sec, 324 

Bttateous nymph, approve the flame 338 
Behold this fair goblet, *twas carv'd, &c. 357^ 

By the banks of a murmuring brook 376 

Be content in your ftation, my friend 377 
Bacchus, when merry, beftriding his tun 378 

By the dew-befprinkled rofe 393 

Bri/k wine and women are 424 

By the fide of the fweet River Tay 436 

Before the morn's empurpling light 452 

Beneath this grove, this fxlent (hade . 461 

By a cool fountain's flow*ry fide 463 

Bid me, when forty winters more 483 

Bleft as th* immortal gods is he 534 

By the gaily-circling glafs 5^2 

Bacchus, Jove's delightful boy 560 

Boatfwain! pipe up, all hands hoy 591 

Boaft not, miflaken fwain, t% art 620 

Blow, blow, thou winter wind 642 

Be huih'd, ye fweet birds. Sec. 690 

Beneath a cool fhade, by the fide, Sec, 703 

Beauty and mufic charm the foul 704 

Before I faw Clarinda's face 713 

Baninrd by your fevere command 781 

Beneath a beech's fpreading Hiade 807 

Beneath a hower of blooming May 923 

Beneath a cooling Hiade 943 

Behold the fweci Howers around loio 

Bacchus god of rofy wine IC51 

Blow, ye bleak winds, atound, Sec. 1094 

B/ the fide of a grove, at the foot, &c. 1121 

BahWf my boy, Jieftill and flecp. ini^i. 

Bled be the m»n whofc bofom beats ii-jo 

Brrgbt the fky, and calm tl\e oceau iicx 
Bring, P/j<rbuf, from ParnaiTun bow'i* l^^^ 



Song 

Cupid, god of foft perfuafion 7 

Conrented I am, and contented Til be !>« 

Come lierff, fellow fervants, &c. 20 

Come iiden, and laugh at the times 51 

Come rouze, brother fporrfxco, &c. 57 

Come haf^e to the wedding, &c. 65. 

Come, Aephcrds, we'll follow thehearfe 70 

Come let us prepare 76 

Can, then, a look create a thought k6 

Could you guefs. for 1 ill cm repeat i;S 

C -me fiug ruund my favourite tree 150 

Come roufe fr.jm your trances 156 

Come, vepirly jangling fwains 2c6^ 

Co.r.e,fiU me a bumper. Sec. 239 

Conne, Laura, and mr.er your fond fwain 270 

Conic, fhtpherda, attend whilil I fmg 274 

Come live with mc, and be my love 281 

Come live with me, and be my dear 283 

Come ev'ry bri/k foul 301 

C.in love be controul'd by advice 341 

Come, Clio, come, and with thee bring 360 

Come, my never- frowning glafa 375 

Cot fplutter o'nails 386 

Conftantia, fee ! thy faithful flave 428 

Caft, my love, thine eyes around 450 

Cruel Cupid ! why,diftref»me 451 

Come, Colin, pride of rural fwaini 501 

Come, chear up, my lads. Sec. 540 

Come, haOe, my Phillis, hafle away 545 

Cupid, g.'>d of pleafing angur(h 549 

Come, come, my good fliepherds, Sec* 579 

Come, ye lads who wilh to flime 590 

Celia, hoard thy charms no more > 593 

Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her 633 

Come, come, my companions^ Sec, 660 

Cupid, god of love and joy 661 

Ceafe, dear charmer, thus to vex thee 720 

Come, thou rofy, dimpled boy 737 
Can the fliepherds and nymphs of the grove 746 



Come, foUy ! thou goddefs, Sec, 749 

Come, volunteers, come 758 

Ceafe, ye tinkling cymbals! ceafe 76^ 

Cupid, thou waggifh, artful boy 7S7 

Conie, brave Britons advance. Sec, 790 

Come hither, my country fquire 798 

Come, my faireft« learn of me 8:2 

Crown'd with rofcSt let us quaff 8:?7 

Come, all ye young fpirits, i;c. 946 

Celia, too Sate you wou'd repent 959 

Colin, one day, in angry mood 9S3 

Come liflen, ye fair 987 

Come, virgins, who dwell on the plain 993 

Come, thou queen of penfive air 99$ 

Come, d-arelt Nancy ! blefs myeyet 998 

Come, hafle thee, my Phillis, I pray ]0c6 

Come, give your attention to what. Sec, IC07 

Cleora fat beneath a (hade 1017 

Come every bold blade, come each, &c. 1027 

Cyprian goddefs, take the lyre 1031 

Cow\« y rt\^ ^>j\n\^, coTivt. wvd hlefs i c 39 



INDEX. 



ill ye ymlths whofe hearts, e'er bled 1 1 ^ 



a coft me mnny « pny'r 

inftru^ an amorous fwain 

s the wonder of her fez 

bride and gay appears 

If yourfelf you fo excel 

Roger and Nell, come Simkin, Sec, 

i*s charms poor Strephon ilruclc 

all ye jolly Bacchanals 

laflesand laJs, take leave of, Sec, 

rude Boreas, biuft'ring railer 

D. 



eart, what a terrible life am I led 
vlvia, my paffion no longer drfpife 

'hloe, come give me fwect kifles 249 

lancy fir*d my artlefs breaft 255 

to me only with thine eyes 274 

ring hefide a clear ftream 303 

Is ilood penfive in the (hade 5S1 
Ihloe, whilft thus, beyond meafure 614 

I my hearty yt virgin powers 672 

iadami excufe 6S0 
la was youthful, andbbomingasMay 712 

>lvia, hear thy faithfjl I'waia 752 

miling Kitty's to my mind ^545 

!: hie thee, carping ca<e 86S 

b Kitty, kind and fair 8S4 
•lad4m, old Homer, an hone(^, &c. 950 

fft fwain a nymph adore 960 

'olin, prevent my wArm bluHies 963 

1, if you will believe me I'S5 

I Daphne, ^rn thine eyes I163 

he languid foul complain 12 17 

e, my pretty maid 1254 

ics fiirly and proud tl^6 

about, my dear friend 1259 

E. 

ne waxed oH, to divert, Sec, 



Song Song 

From the court to the cottage, Sec, 558 

Far fwifrer than light my love flies 570 

Fairer than the op'ring lilies 578 

Fair Amorct is i,one aft-^ay 628 

From native ftalk, the Piovence rofc 631 

Fairef^ ifle, all IHes excelling 644 

Free from confinement and ftrife 673 

Farrwel, the fmoaky town ? adieu 676 

From London's fmoaky, foetid air 686 

Full of dreams of bright beauties, Sec* 687 

Farewel, ye love-enchanting ihadet 69$ 

Flow, murmjring river, flow 777 
Fly, fly to yon vale, other paflhnei, Sec. 864 

Free from envy, ftrife, and forrow 871 

Fail is the fwan, the ermine white 91S 

26^From all uneafy paflions free 967 

Fair HeVe I Icfc with a cautious defign 971 ^^ 

Fill, rill your glailes ^ 989 

Farewel all the joys wh'ch of late. Sec, 1045 



i'73 
"75 
"77 
1170 
xiS'c; 
1233 
124/ 
1265 
1277 
127S 



»75 



Friend Deauma, go hafle, let a goblet. Sec, 1053 

Far in the windings of a vale io6x 

Fly, care, to the winds, thus I blow> Sec, |o8x 

Fiy, thoughtiefs youth, Sec, 1x31 

From the roan witom I love, Sec, T138 

From place to place, forlorn I go x 148 

Fair, and foft> and gay, and young 1150 



Go, rofe, my Chloe's bofom grace 5 

Give me but a wife, I rxpe^ not to find 3s 

Guardian angels, now protect me 9<** 

Go, tuneful bird, that glads the ikiea ixs 

Gra\e fops my envy now beget 115 

Give ear, O ye fwains, to my lay 160 

Gencle airs fweet joys impart 236 

Gentle youth, ah! tell me why 328 

Gentle gales, in pity bear 435 
Great God ! while fuppliant thus we bend 447 



(>reat love 1 I own thy pow'r fupreme 
Gain ft the deftrudive wiles of man 
Go feek fome nymph of humbler lot 
. ^ Givethe toaft, my good fellow. Sec, 
mortal fome tavounte pkalure. Sec, 39X-rGod bleft our young prince, Sec, 
cebus from Ane. d::.ds his, Sec. 808 Qo tell Amyntas, gentle fwain 

1003 I Good mother, if you pleafe, you may 



14 
21 



nymph and Jhr^plisrvi bring 

loebu:. ihiil peep on the frcfh, Sec, 

F. 



irious purpofe ferves the fan 

ploughing the ocean, Sec, 

rom noifc, free from Arifc 

t danghrcr of the year 

ecLei than the hawthorn-bloom 

HirflalTcs, banifli grief 

emira, lovely maid 

T, ye fair, nor take it wrong 

morning till night, Sec. 

ring hopes the mind deceiving 

«'» yc green fields and fweet groves 401 

lee, whofe warm tendernefs loves 460 

f, fjir crcMture, formed to pleafe 476 

>godHrfsl /y/imy breaft- Toe 

ttjr, beautiful jud young 330 



17841 Goed people, draw near 



180 
204 
208 
300 
346 
353 
394 



Great Jove in merry mood once faid 
God profper long our noble king 
Go, plaintive founds ! and to the fair 
Good Madam, when ladies are willing 
Go, perjur*d youth, thou foe to truth 



4S« 

503 

III 

ur 

74J 
845 
84$ 

964 
992 



Gay Damon long ftudy'd my heart to obtain 1005 



IIOS 

1 140 

1 141 
1 184 
1236* 
»»44 



Gently touch the warbling lyre 
Gently ftir, and blow the Are 
Gentle air, thou breath of lovers 
God fave great George our^king 
Goj gentle breezei that fans the grove 

H. 



How Ha^^^ * \0N tx' 4 V\^^ ^^S« 1 

HaiVy ^oui\i t^T\ik%, \.V\t t>xxXv ^^\t^'&^ 



K 



^VC' 






V. .A 



N D E X. 



So-.g 
40 
4i 



IC2 
117 
118 



-15-' I am <» tinker by my trade 



How (lands the glifi around 

How harmlefs and fwee: arc the joyn, &c 

How heavy the time rolls along 

Hope and fear ahcrnatr rifinig 

How little do the landmen know 

Hope, thou nuife o\ youn« ckfirc 

Hark, hark! the joy-infpi ring horn 

Hark! the huntfman^ bf^'iiii, &c. 

Hence, Rrlmour ! perfidious, &c. 

How happy fliould I be with either 

How fweetcorecalthedear moments* &c. 

How happy aftite does thp miller poflr.fs 

H^fte, hallel Phillin, h^lle ! *tis, &c. 

Huw fweet in the woodland, dec. 

Hark away ! hark aw^y ! 

How happy a (hepherd am I 

Hail to thy living light 

Hear me, ye nymphs, and every fwain 

How fweet'iy f me lit the fimmer green 

How blithe was leach mi)rn to fee 

Hail mafonry ! thou craft divine 

How oi't, my Clara, had thou faid 

Hence care and form w, hence all, dec. 

Hark, hark ye ! how echoes the horn, &c 

How blcft were my moments, ice. 

How fweet the freihing galek of fpring 

How happy was I 

How fair is my love 

Have you not f,:en the morning fun 

Here attend al' ye fw.iins 

How fweet a mrmcnt 'tis to love 

Hark! the fn. ill cl.-.i..n of the dillantvalc 701 

He's as tight a lad to frr to 7<^^ i 

Hark ! irom that co't.ij^e by the, ^z, 779 j 

Has^e, fweet nynip'.i ! the eve Inviici S14 j 

He laid — on u\r bAi.Ics ••. the ilrcam S18 ; 

How bright in the mmi air Aurora's, &c. 8^6 



ir>il. Burgundy, thou juics divine 
Here s to the maid of baihful fifteen 

I. 

If you »t an office folicit your doe 



Song ' 
1279 



III*' In love (hould there meet a fond pair l6 

'3^* Jn infancy our hopes and fears ^ 36 

'"9 i If fne whifp-rs the judge, be he erer fo wife 39 
'^■^^ 1 ■'!.> as I vkill witi- my fwain 5» 

fait', On the banks by the ftream 81 



S4 



1 winna m.irry '^y man, butSandy o*er, &c. Sy* 



3S3 
402 
426 
427 
.442 
5" 
5=4 
554 
556 
641 
6S1 
69 J 



IC7 

I pr'ythee fend me back my heart 119 

If th'ofe who live in fliepherd's bow'f 119 

I l:«tely f.iw what now I fing 171 

I told my nymph, I told her true 188 

In a fweet, healthy air, in a farm of myowji 100 



How pleaiing*B my Dimon, &:c. ^^5 1 

Honeft lover, whotcfver ^S^* j 

Haik, hark ! the drum founds S;;9 : 

How imperfe^ia exprelHon 880 I 

Hail, fricndihip! hail* thou hrav'n1y,&e. 90^ I 
Hail, thou fource oif thought divine 9uS | 

Hark 1 the loud-tuning horn bids, &c. 920 j 
Hark \ the loud dru-n 93O j 

How dear is my I'hiilis to me 970 

How happy \ ft^te does the lover poffcfs 977 
How blithe, within my native wild 974 

How happy loves the youth 094 

How prone the bofom istofif^h 999 

Hark ! the birds on cvVy Oiay 1042 

How oft, my dear Damon, we've, &c. 305^ 
H;tlle, heav'nly nine, ye mufes haftc 1074 
How ple^s'd within my native bowers loSo 
Hark, the horn calls away 
Hail to the myrtle fhade 
How hard is my fare 
How off, Ltiuiii, hart thou faid 
Here am 1 i^i this world of ftrife 
How bleft has my time been ! what, Sc 
Hu/h, v<? hird.i, your amoTOMS talcs 

H»ve ye teen th* morning Iky 

Hark! the birds hctjin their lay 



It was a fiiar of orders grey 219 

In vain you bid your captive live 229 

In pity, Celia, to my pain 241 

I met young Datmn t'other day 256 

I rinih'ed about fur a twelvemonth, I vow 257 
In a piairi, pleafmr C'->tta(:p, 8cc. 2^4 

Vm a hrart.. pno^- '•How, a ruby-nofed fot 277* 
li'^ll the world i«nd I ive were young 282 

Ifthat'* ail yo.jr wnnt, who the plague,&c. 313 
If I live to he old« for 1 nnd I go down 314 •. 
I have ramblei, I o-.vn it, wh.le years, ice. 336 
lanthe the I>^vel.v, ilie joy of the plain 347 
If p'.ire AT'- the iii'.Dg^ of the fountain 35S 
I 4m m.irr)'d, anri I. .; jiv, with wonder, &c. 39? 
In v/m I kck i ; cv .n to reft 4=3 

111 Parii cit., tliry rep>rt for truth 437 

Ift'ieanoaliwcrti.-ii:. the daysof K.John 412 
In all manltljjJ's poinifcuous race 4^7 

rd havt a ma^ ot fcrfe and air 441 

1 hate all thvir nonfcr.fe 454 

In th-fe troub!er»me times, Sec. 45; 

If 'tis joy to wound a lovrr 45Q 

Iflha\sf:)mc — li'ile — beauty 4^2 

If I'.wc'r. 1 fweet paflicn, how can it torment 496 
I feek my ftiepheid, gone aftray 5C4 

I am a poor lad, and mean's mv calling 516 
Impaiic/ ce changeth fmoke to flame 5TI 

In ancient times, when England's fame 5?! 
In tiin'fiil numbers let me tell 506 

In purfuit of fome lambs from my flock9,&c.6ci 
If wine and mufic have the pow'r 613 

1 love thee, by heavens I I cannot fay more 625 

626 
627 
649 
675 

7W 
843 

8;- 

8^5 

Si9 
9» 



la Chloris all foft charms agree 

It ic nor, Celia, In our power 

In Lincoln -Fields there lives a Ufs 

^^93^ I JTrove, but in vain 

1 1 22 I lothe that 1 did love 

' 124 Immortal powers, convey me where 

1 127 In good King Charles's golden days 

IM> I fill not the glafs 

iiQi«bin ftory we're told 

1192 

120% 



In the bloom of her youth, Aall it ever^&c. 
VW v^^a tvo ^^i\\, '\T\«,\cvTVts>^* life 

//jri", Paphnr.'VrVm the hawthotn-buftv ii^7 \ \t^^oTvA«%«.Nt,^W^V*^'^W^^^«^v,lt-.. ^-w. 
Hoxv pleaf^nt a faih r's life paiTes ii6o \ \tv ^omu^ K^^t't^ ^ ^^ « ^v^lST 

MowchsMTful, aUng the gay mead 1*7^ \ U it ^vcv xV^ WvVt. ^l v^^^>^^ 



INDEX. 



Song 

thf fffi fome charms I find 9-S 

, If Paris was a heau 5S5 

e batn the tenant cock 990 

) f'tmf <bady, cool retreat • 997 

rr, O Hymen, I add 10 thy tribe lozo 

ve not Gyges' boundlefs power 1052 

d not, whilr Iife*s on the wing 1056 

!h, and I Ting 1057 

u make ir your pljn IC64 

in yoo lell your parting lover 1085 

i the man, whofe soaring foul ^ loSS 

cr iho« didft joy to bind ' 1089 

It, Mira, know it well illi 

n lore with twenty 1118 
ihee, Charmion, could I time retrieve 1 1 59 

p quick ipirit of your eye I iS I 

in, drarCoIoe. you fuggeft 118S 

is ihaiy bie(l retreat 1195 

cry*j Ap<>lla,wheiiD'fphoehewoo*d I2X>6 

r the cruel tyrant love 1146 



with me, ye motley band 75 

afy» be gone, and leave me * 577 

V js a charming creature 776 

moxtaiS, nil your glafles X021 



ufty old pr-yheards of apathy boaft 

rever more ihli give me pain 
?y onrj and^reac 
i>t love on me heflow 
ling Cupids, biing me r-'fes 

t-mf I've enj.)y'd tVe faft, &c, 
1. Cjrh.andthe voire uf an orac'e hear 
b a Subblr, courting tiouble 
cttcrM bardK fing Iof:y ftraini 
he trmprft of war 
jldier«! f^jhtfor prey or pr^ifc 
thers boal) an ar.cirnt r.ame 
ot rj(?e, rhy bofim filing 
foiinrls the alArm 
^e jf-ave, and t!'e gay 
y n.mpb, itiT^aze my aneulfli 

p^rty dilpuirs, your arteniion Ipray 
at t^y alrar, goi cf love 
Vfidfummer morn, as 1 ftray'd, &c. 
)<» phiiofophic wife 
» l.mg I drfpair\i a young. Sec, 
6 the tyrant of the heart 

a garden ric!i in trpilure 
ti.rrs Damnn's pra'fe rehearfe 
erors drlijiht in toe toils of the war 
Ightingafr? boafl of their voice, Ac. 

rhou'rt the vft\ of human joys 

as white af driven fnow 
y maid, novr c^afe tolanguift 
r»uty vith the fun arifc • 
i but the frailty of the mind 
s a dream of mighty irealure 
\9f0r.rr, from pole to pole 

F/jv/a, i//?, J prMy 



.22 

73 
96 
123 
I4» 
»77 
»53 
223 
213 
241 
24 S 

«79 
310 
320 

.r,9 
342 
369 

399 
423 
471 
473 
457 

518 

564 
584 

f^ 
61Z 

63S 

648 

6«;« 

689 



Song 

rx>ve*s a pTeafing, noble paflion 692 

Lo ely n)niph ! oh, ceafe to grieve me 716 

Lai* year ail rhe cry 745 

Let c ;xcjmb» boaft of painted belles 817 

Lovely Mai la. /kilful maid 819 
Let milkfops in love whine and cant, &c« 8S6 

i.ove, thou baneof fof: content 951 

L*t the amhi;iou> favuurfind 953 

l<^ander on the bay 955 

Let the declining damrtflc rofe 1014 

Lo! what dreary, darkfome morning IC34 

Let port J tell of ih^pe and air '^39 

Let mifers ftarve civerthe wealth, &c* 1 106 

Love and folly wrre at play 1 164 

Late when iove I fcem'd to flight Ii8» 

Lovely maid, f^ir beauty** pride 1204 

Long time my heart had ruv'd 1214 

Leitve, neighbour-, your work, &c. 1219 

Let a fct of fober afl* a 1264 

Let poets pi aife the pafture mead ' 1 283 

M. 

My fjnd flif p?ierr*s of late were fo bleft 33 

My bunks arc all furniih'd with beet 50 

My temples with Ciu(le<a cf grapes, &c. 05 

My esn may fpeak pleafure 99 

My Jenny .^ud J have totPd 100 

Mi'taKeti fair, liy Slierlock bjr 131 

Morr brij;ht the fun began to dawn i 6 

Mil's Danse, wl^en fair and young S2l 

My Jocky it the blirhrfl lad 22S 

My mother cries, Betfey be fljy 245 

My heart's my o«n, ray will it free 311 

M. merry companions, fo jovial And free 326 
My dig 9nc my miitrefb ar« both of a kind 3^. 

Mu/tc has powV to melt the foul ^t^t 



My Jocky is fl^-d fTom the plain 

My cau'.ious motl^cr, toother day 

My ruv'ng !'.eari haisoft with pride 

Maider<«, Ut yuur lovers lan^uiA 

My mufe inlptre n.eto impart 

My mind to. me a kingdom if 

M/ timp, O ye mule» ' was happ'ly fpent 608 — . 

My love wis rtv.kfe, once, and charging 621 

My goddrH Lydia, heavenly lair 

May the ambitious ever find 

My Sylvia i« the bliihrft lafs 

Mei high in p:)wer, tho* darling*, &c« 

Mothers, tbrci* too much pno^ fi love 

My deareft life, werr thou my vife 

My father and mother, what aii them 

Mafter Jenkins fmok^d his pipe 

My iViend axtd 1 

My Sandy is the f^cctef^ fwain 

My d4ys have bren fu woriOtous free 

My dear m>nrcr> ha» a heart 

Moitais, Irar'i your lives to meafuje 

My former time, how. brl/k and gay 

My paflion is ai muAard ftroug 

My (hrpherd isgune faraway o>r (be plain 1272 

My chearfol (companions ?ti«nd 1284, 

My N ai\CN ^u\Xi \.Vi« \>4n\ ^laik n-&^ 



410 

4T5- 

487 

500 

5*7 
588 



651 

654 
722 

7*8 
8^2 
861 
93« 
939 
966 

974 
T105 
1T17 

"57 

1194 
12-3 



INDEX. 



N. 



Song 

Not on beauty*! tranfient pletrurs 25 

No roore^ yt fwains, no more upkriid . 149 

Yfo more the feflive train IMl join X55 

No fldry I coTet, no richei I want 951 

Now'the fnow-drops life their heads 253 

Now peace ba» fpread her downy wing 271 

NoweT*ning had ling'd the gay, tec, 287 

Nighty Co lovers joy^ a friend 337 

Now the hill -top* arc burnifh'd, See. 355 

Now gilded grovest wirh verdure ciad 445 
No longer ictwhimfical fingAfrs compare 4^t 

No woman her env) an fniother 493 

Now the woodland cjmiriils /*. >^ 495 

Now nature'* beauties bloom *rnund 552 

Now rofet biuHoni, meaaS are Ih^rh 559 

No nymph th^c trips the veiaant plain 607 

Not Celia, that 1 jotter am 623 

Natioy biulhes when I woa her 727 

No longer let war be uf-rp'o by the men 734 

Near a thick gruve, whofr <ieep, &c. 762 

Near a hawthorn, I met on the plain 773 

Now lilies anu rofes were fccn 973 

Now fviecc it the bloom on the fprav 996 

Now hear me, dearNanc/, no; treat, &C. 1015 

No longer, Daphne, I admiic JOlti 

Now the lufci.ni;, fleets ate fl..wn 104*, 

Now doth bleak quarter rudety blow 2C4':8 
Now fummcrappoacheSfduil winter. Sec, Z069 

Now thf happy knot is ryM, 1065 

No mo:e ye'wtrbling birds rejoice ii?.9 

Nature gave all crc .tures arms 1203 

Not en ar.^el dwrlls above X2ll 

Ne'er witl I be lert i^theiutch. 125c 

Near the -fide of a pond, at the fjot, Sec, 1252 

o. 

Ones the gods of the Greek.*, Sec, 2 

^ive me that foeial delight i c 
Cin pJeifurc's fmooth wing, Tec. 38 
O what joy does conqnrft yieli 48 
0*cr moorlands and mnuntkins, Sec, 6x 
O greedy Midas, I've hcen told 67 
On Tay't green banks I'lJ bo.dly cell 83 
O the days when 1 wu young 1 14 
Oci- the iawn^, up f.jc hilU, Sec, X37 
O Sandy, why jc.'.vrt thou thy Nelly, &c. 172 
O^, ye y^di ' F!»iiaoder cries 187 
Of all the brave captains that ever, &c. 197 . 
One midfummcr morning, when. Sec. 216 
€) take this wreathe iro hand has wofe 234 
Ot «11 :Iir liirls in our town 252 
Oli, ih' ftiitry monili of June 294- 
OJi, D-m.'ri.Owlievc not \our Jennv's, &c. 333 
O. li.vci> mad ' how dear thy 2}w*t 349 

01 aii thr v-ulouK ftaf* of life 381 
Oh Old Kij jatiH's blcrt (hore 391 
One oay, o'er thr git\*n a£ J tript it along 448 
OK, lovely Cn!;* • heavenly maid 468 
Oh, how %»in U rvV) blcflir.g 470 

eJrp.'.cuA, with h.i ly, mavie trees ^lii 

#'';jr rummer tv^, 4* Kapcy f.ili ' sca 
Oa -Aluadj) , > u*. o^ Cy . 1 :,, .. r.o \\\ d, Ice . ^19 



Song 
5" 

557 
5*»7 
609 
618 
619 



Of woman to tell you my mind 
0» «rhy Should we forvow, who^ Ice. 
Oh, Hym^n, propitious, receifc, Jlcc. 
On Beivid^a'sbofom lying 
Othefs falfe tonguei can you believe 
On Eirick banks, ifta fvimmer*! night 
Oh f wouldftchou know what lacredc harms 663 

O triie content ! fecure fr^m harms 666 

Of l^einffrrr, fam*d for maidens fair 693 

OurelaflTc-, ^iter, onCe ag^in fupf ly 706 

OfalT the things beneath ihe fun 8C9 

On ev'ry hill, in c^'ry grove ^33 
On A'von'k bank, beneath the beechea AiAde834 

O'er the feat iry l.>ve is fsiling 841 

Oi«i Saturn* rhar dnme of a god 849 

(»r ■?»•£ bowl we'll laugh tad fin^ 853 

Ofwert content ^ 85^ 

Oft Tve ifrplor'd the goJ* in vain ^ 89s 
One morninK very eartv,onemofnin|,&c. 900^ 

Oiir wives at homt, your h»iu>ir»d gone 934 
One evening good humdur muf wit. Sec, 94X 

Of all the rormcnt, all thecare 965 

Oft, on the troubled ocean's face 968 

On Higham-HIM, when profpeds fair 988 

Ofi had I laugh'd at female pow'r xcco 

On every tref, in every plain IC99 

O'er iefert plains, andrdfhy mecrt I116 

On a bank, brfidc a willow 1146 

One par: ngklf^. my Ethelinde 11^6 

O Nancy, wilt thou g> with me X166 

Oil ! tu-n iwa,- thofe cruel eyes X180 

On his Jaer the vernal rofe X200 

Oh, r:i hkve a hufewid ! ay, marry X209 

Onre more Til tune the vocal Aell 1232 

On * primrofy Unk,&c. X234 

Obferve the rife-bud ere itbLw« 1259 

On the white cliffs of Alb.or., &c. 1245 

One night, when all the village flcpt X251 

On t.ee-topC hill, 01 tufted grren 1270 

P. 

Parting to death we will compare 43 

Puih about the briflc bowl, «Scc. 60 

Pious Selinda goes to pray'rs 134 

Pr'ythee, Sufan, what doll mufb on iSi 

Patxmoiit feated by his favVice maid 191 
Pho I poxo'this nonfcnfel pr'ythee, &c. 260 

Phi Isfi pray, what did I fay 311 

Phcsbus, meaner themef (*ifdaiaing 417 

Purfuing beauty, men defcry 682 

Plutus, vain is all your vaunting 731 

Pray don't fleep or think" 748 

Poor England! bow hard is thy lot 766 

Pretty tube of mighty pow'r 788 

Phillis, for Ihamv, let us improve 836 

Paisemon lov'd Pailora xooS 

Pity come, thou gentle pow'r 1037 

Politicians may prate X076 

Phi lira's cb^rmsr poor Damon took ic86 

Perhaps it is not love, faid I 1097 

Vt^^m ^ vo ^ »^^^ "» «^^W ^ \^ ^ITt 1 1 31 






INDEX. 



Peace, bablingmure 



Song 

T210 



Q. 



Q^o^^ Strephon to Flora, &c« 805 

R. 

RiSl nn mor«, ye letmed aiTci 271 

l^erlinM in a vernal alcove 53^ 

Refolv'd, aa her poet,^ of Celit to fing 573 

Roorr, Britain*! warlike throng 599 

Ring the bell, and fill the bowl 720 

RoaOt roufe, jollv fportrmeny tec,^ 723 

Returned, rrturn*d the fe ffno of del'rf ht 726 

Retir'd from the crowdyin a ctlsi, Uc» 744 



S%jt little foolifl), fluttVing thing 19 

Some love to range, fo fond of change iii 

Since all fo nicrlv takeofFence 116 

Since Emma caught my roving ere 143 

Since Emma, the peerlefs, ii flown icx 

Sweet Philiiv, wdt met t66 
Swf^et thruHi, that makei the vernal year 201 



S-iys PUto, Wljx feouK man be vain 
Stoce rwfet4ei4«af had pr.fTe/fion 
Simple Strephont ceaf; cnmpjaining 
*Sor« Sa'iiy ii the lovelieft bfs 
Sweet contentment, h'avVly bright 
She came from the hills of the wed 



222 

»37 
240 
246 

a4.7 



Sharp winter melts, and fpreads her wing 261 



Shall I like an hermit dwell 
Sr«, fhe wakeal Sabina wakes 
Since loft to peace of mini ferene 
'Shepherd, wouidft choii heie obuin 
Since Jockey of late ia fs kind 
Sure never was pidure drawn more, &c. 
Sleep, thou ba!m of human woe 
Says Phebe, Why ii genth love 
Stint me not in love or wine 



284 
293 

3*3 
33» 
359 
374 



Sure never poor fhepherd waa tortured, Ac. 422 

Set, charmer, fee, yon myrtle gi^ve 431 

Sequeiler'd far frnm public life 446 

Shepherri, csafe your (oft complaining 462 

Stand round, my brave boya, &c. 466 

Say, lovely peace, that gra€*d oar ifle 474 

Since all mankind to happinef^ 475 

Since wedlock's 10 vogue, Sec, 521 

Sweet are iha charms of her I love 548 

Still to be neat, ftiM to be dreft 5^1 

Since beauty*s the object we all, &c. 562 

Swe^te^ health, of rofy hue 565 

Swc^.t Flora, revifit our ifle 569 

Said Colin to Daphne, one day, ftc* - 589 

Sound the Hfe, beat the'drum! Sec, {04 

Say, mighty love, and teach my fong 606 

Say, lovely dream, where cootdft, Sec, 621 

Since you will needs Jiy heart pofleA 629 

Shall I, waftiog in defpair 645 

Selinda, fure*i the brighteft thing 65^ 

She that would g*in a coaftint lover ^^7 

Soft, pleift.ig paini, unknown before 66i 

Sjrin'j, wilt thou wefte thy prinio €7 



Song 
Since Jenny thinks mean hrt- heart's. Sec, 677 
Sweet bud ! to Laura's bofom go 688 

Silvia, the young, the fair, the gty 696 

Sweet Sally to fut^er nrdaini me 714 

Soels who In gay circles move 719 

Since Barry*8 foft accents are now. Set, 751 
Says my uncle, 1 pray now difcover 810 <« 

Snme fing Molly Mog of the rofi 823 

Should I die by the force of good wine 8^9 
Since you, my fair, demand the lay 848 
Sweet Sylvia let*8 rove ^54 

Sweet Zephyr, leave th* enameird plain 854 
Since they traced me alone with. See, 870, 
Smart Doll of the green, who lov*d. Sec, 88s 
Strephon, when you fee me fly 907. 

Sweet oh}e€t of the sephyr*i kift 9tj|' 

Sweeteft of pretty maida, let Cupid, See* 971 
Soon as th^ fun began to peep 980 

Smile, fmile, Britannia, fmiie '009^ 

Spring returns, the f-iunt advance loss 

Stript is the foliage of the trees IC47 

See, Phillidel, that bufy bee i^C 

Sere a lafs in her bloom , at the age, Ire. 1066 
Say, Philomela* fweet bird fay 1070 

See, the god of day appearing 1090 

Sec, Daphne, fee i Florello cry*d ttt6lr 

Some fing of Thebans, fome of Phryglantu ;i 



2I4« k Strephon has fafhion, wit, and youth 
Say not, Olinda, I defptfe 
Swain, thy hopelefs paflton fmothcr 
Sweet echo I fweeteft nymph. Sec, 
Says Damon to Philiis, See, 
Stella and Flavia every hour 
Strephon arofe at early dawn 
Since again bold defiance appears. Sec, 
Some hoift up fortone to the duet 
See the purple morn arife 
Shepherds, I have loft my love 
Sweet are the banks when fpring* See* 



M41 
1167 

1196 

1221 

X43O 

i«41 
126a 

"7X 
T280 
1282 



T. 



The virgin, when foften*d by Ma|[ i 

*Twas at the gates of Calais, Flogarth tells 4 
To thee, O gentle deep * alone 1 1 

*Twa8 when the feas were rearing ' 27 . 

Thy fatal fhafrs unerring move 31 

Tho* n]an has long boafted an abfolnte fway 35 
To heal the fmart a bee had made 41 

To make the moft of fleeting time * 46 

Tho' dill fo young, and fcarce fifteen 62 

To pleafe me the more, and to change, Set, 6\ 
The world, my dear Mira, is full of deceit 64 
The morning op'd fmiling, all nature was gay 74 
The happy moments now are near 80 

Tom loves Mary palling well 86 

The gaudy tulip Iweils with pride |0| 

The faireft flow'r the vile prefers J041 

Too plain, dear youth, thefe tell-tale cjjip 106 
Tobacco's hue tn Indian weed 
The foldier, tir*d of war's alarms 
The top- fails (hiver in the wind 
Tho', Flavia, to my warm defire 
T\>e w^n\,ot\ v*^ '«\\o Y^rxwx Vt.'kt^st 
The f m\Yw^ ^Wwt, ^t«.^xA<\n V'l 



109 
"J 



INDEX. 



%ong 
Tht fiiver moorrs ervimauf^ci beam i6i 

The or6 that h«4rs her ne(\liu|{ cry • 164 
To It.tif orno parpofe J ipffnc nuiiy iayi 16^ 
The hc«vy h^furi 4.e ilm"'t p*lt 174 

To«> |..n^ I he rhimcftrn of Eke age 176 

Tis not my Facty*« fparkiiag eyes 181 

Twai jjl* i!r :nx nmc w^ru, &c. 185 

There w»% ■* \<^t\i ai watthf (Aint 191 

The echoing bam cilii theipjrifmeo, Sec, 198 
The iwiin with hU i^i^lc by brtK>kt Sec. 199 
The ^Jiocjlark whtt^k^ thfoupH the grave iia 
The iTfarmnp jauat j[ i&^ev, &c. az4 

Ther trc ^r nicft cnuLi^h, Sin, Set, »2$ 
Tho* prude cc mi/ r«itii me x^0< 

The I .11 Imm the ft upi^ &c. i-^^ 

Tht flinif of bvf iinrere I felt »^8 

To thee^ fweet, lutinK* rUlng chronf 241 
The jivj}iph wlinni iav*^! «v«tt &c« 2^9 

The kind appointment Ceiia nude a6t 

That Jenny\ my frieno, aiy d^'lighr, tec, a66 
T'other dav, ill ihe ftia^^tHrrry.va • S76 

Tive charms w4iich bl iominj< be^acy (hew4 285 
The pride of rv'rjr grovr 1 chofe 292 

Tu yciu, |(ay foilc», in London town 297 

The fuii* irke any bridrgroom gay 302 

Take, oh! take rho^e iipa a*vay 316 

The M »y day of iife is tor p caiur^ 345 

The hounds 4i^4iiouCy and the morningf&c. 350 
The wic^ci wilt, at itncj hiti 3^4 

Tip n'.blfft heart, I'kc p'reft g M 364 

•TMka« a> rh«» (Srf ary hour when fpriter,&:r. 371 
Thrwi^-'flB tbeftillftft Si r^ find me a Ufa 3-9 
The trjvNlcrs, that through defaris ride 396 
T'other day, ae fjt in tbr fycim^re^lhad^ 4C0. 
Tojftfgn ye 4r^^[i<i, aiTe your pretence 404 
Th imt tng oiorit the bladmif:^^ (pAnj 40^ 
Tllek mu fiy i|th 'a theirjoviiF,&c. 416 
T'^e fpH^hEjy horn wikei Semcrn 418 

The eadern jkv wti purpled p'er 419 

T'lloTe.anJ br L^vVjiiiwtrjfirp'TTin^,&c,42o 
That ma:i ivh(»for life if H!e.k*J with awite 425 
The whinWIciI .ov«i'« a pr y to all cace 434 
To li^h and co.iipijiia 439 

To ikrmi, Lo arms 1 Britannia cjIU 440 

The eye dut iK^mtw tb lambent lifrht 4^8 
To court me ynun^Crttui ttmt. mai.y 4 mile 469 
The iU^hUii^j\t, *ho ni-s 4S2 

*Tii now the noun at'gl.>omy nij^ht 4S4 

Tender virgin*, <b(jn orceivcrs 4S8 

The dftecn til d4y uf July 489 

To tK? f^nfjc^ out grov bie me 498 

TliR t«uiht that I Cia^ aunc deny me 49Q 

'J'lie golui^n ladiAucc of the fun 525 

The wrftexn tun, «'ith mi><icft ray ^i8 

Tiii(!'d v/lth (he brands of dying day ^31 

Th^r 1 niight not bs pUytu'd with, dec. 541 
ThJifiSf a y.tuog and amVous fwain 546 

* {"ij done-^r^e rait'd a ruial Uiw'r 5^^ 

To AoACteonf in hzav'n, wl^iu he fat, &c. 566' 
To ^ondti- beed'i's fiicndly fHade ^72 

The lark'* Qu'ul note awakes ihe mora i;74 
To^eiberlet os ra.igt the A;-!Js 5^6 

T'r hufid^fiiiit f^ruiDS illd br-it to b*ttVe 5^4 
'Tts no*^t /i"C'r ( /*,m d.iwn LetVre " 59^ 

Ti^enrehh hfArt, a-- doAU hia dame 6cc 
/''a /'»r /joWmrii ro jf><are 60^ 

'Ae /a/i o/* P«rrir'i mill . 611 



Sorg 

Turn, gende hermit of :Lc dale 616 
Ten yeark, like 'I ro%» my ftt^bborn heart 624 

The ai^bt was ilil<, the air fcrene 6;2 

Tiie laft time J came o'er the moor 634 

Th.elafftth4i would know how, ice 6;6 

The man who for lite, is pl;igu'd, &c. (»4d 

Too long a gfddy, wand'ring youth 667 

The fun in virj^in luilre /hone 6S3 

The fragrant iiiy of he v*U 684 

The fun was funk beneirh the hill 697 

That litde rogue Ctrpid, I vow 698 

The fummer's ^*^, ceJighiful Icene 705 

The man who wich a gcnrle hra^c 710 
* Twas night— :and Luna, *midtl her, dice. 717 

The iily, and the bluflung rofe 724 

Tho* envious old ag« feems in part, &c. 730 

Th» mohth of September 733 

To ckace o'e the pUin ihe for, &c. 739 

'Twaa ear pti ing ri(^er fide 755 
*Iis a tw«Kein«nth iiQ,nayi perhaps, &c. 757 
T(ue blifs io letiremcnt cin only be found 759 

To4> latp for rcdiefs, and too foon, tec* 761 

The mufrs once inieni on play 769 

ThvugWtiefsof a i, but love and ynu 770 
Tho'Luotltec iGmclVr^r htn Deliamay bC778 

The ponJ rfiUi^l^iud wjjbUtk and law 793 
Tofpeak, my muff, fwect Charlotte's, &c. 797 

, Thou fetting fun, that calls my fair 8cd 
That all men are bcjt^ars weplainiy mayrce8o3 

Thy pUinuve pipe, Felicia, Aowf 8c6 

The chnrms of Flonmel 81 » 

The fpri^htly t)e^ the rofy cheek 828 

The flow'r of females, beauty's qjcea 831 

To Flora!s fr»grarl bower 8;8 

The pendant foieO frem'd to nod 8^0 

* Twas at the cool and fii^rapt hour 842' 

To all you ladies ? w at land 8.2 

rho* 1 Iwetp to and ft o old iron tu And 86a 

Two milk-white doves upon a bough 865 

The weftern flcy was purplrd oer 8? ^ 

TU dtry g:»es, that lifter Bet Sr7 

'Twas in his vcU'cl failing ^py 

*Tw2s not Belinda^s face, tho* fair 919 

The fdges of old 92 f 

To take in s^^d part the fqueezc, fee, 944 

The rifing fuTv through all the jcrpvt 04^ 

Tho' form'd by the tei«dereft care. Sec. 949 

There came a gboll ;o Margaret's, door 958 

Tiie graces and iMe wandering tovcs 969 

Two eats at a time are too many for ufe 9''5 

To Fhillis and Chloe, Sec. 9-6 

The brt^ht, jnef^ic-denT ui b of daj 982 

Tcli me, Ddlia, charn:inf( fair rocr 

Teii mr, uifeh, have yju fecn IC26 

Triatthe FitEich f4f rjtccej u^ Sec, jci% 

Tax my t(^|(ue ! it is a ihame .C29 

The ^av Daddy Diddle had new, SeCm 10^3 

The p.nru>t in the femte bums 1^4} 

To /pc^ak my mind gf womJinkiud 1^4; 

The pkviuKS r^f a Udy^sfniflts 1^54 

Thefv^eet bJi^^il'^mbtff M4> ^4Hyj Sec, icoi 

The fjn jLift ^bncirpg throui^h ttje irtct icy 

VVvtte Will. ^t.i^^« 4 ii d^u ^hl ew 1 oS i 



INDEX. 



SoBg 

*TI« (*]6, thit upJec diflant/kws 1109 

*Tis the biith>day of Phillis, Sec* 11 10 

The fatnl hours me wond*rout near 1114 
*Tis not ih< liqu d brightoeft uf thoreeyciii2 5 

The lilies of FtAnce* »ai the br^ve. Sec, 1130 
* Vis a m.-txtm 1 hold whilft f live 10 pajfue 1 134 

Tell mj ScrepKuothac 1 die 1/44 

To fair ftdeles gratf) comb 1147 

There is one daric and fuUen hour 1149 

Tho* cruel you feeni tomjr paia 11 53 

Tell me not I my time mifpead 11 5S 

Tell me no more I am deceived ^176 

The neMf-flttwn birds the Ihepherdi fing 1197 

The gentle fwan» with gcaceful pride 1219 

The reroes preparing to finiih the war 122S 

Two eodj of great honour* &;c«: 1238 

The ftone that all things turns at will 1258 

Tri: me no more of pointed daits i2i;9 
The women all tell me Vm fal/c tomyIa(si27^ 

The Itfk was up, the moiatAg gr<y 1285 



Vairiy, now, you ftrive to chirm mt iro 

Vrfin is ev'ry fnnd eoiieavour 140 

Va n is beiiiity's gaudy fl»w> ai8 

Venusy beauteous quren of love 278 

Vows « f I'^ve ibould ever bind 39S 

Venus, quf.en of Paphos g-ove 538 

V-iin are the charms of white and red 117S 
Virgins are like the fair flow*r init'sluftre 1198 

Vulcan, contrive me fuch a cup 1241 

w. 

When Bibo thought fit frpm the world, &c. 6 
When 1 a\vake, with painful brow 8 

Where fhall Cclia fly for (heller 18 

While Cciia*5 remoce from my fijht 24 

When f'»rc'd from dear Hebe to go '44, 

What chf v, brother t«rs ! our toils are all o*ef 53 
Was 1 a (hephcrd's mlid, to keep 56 

W^iat ihephcrd or nymph of the grove 58 

While <tuiumn weight down the late year 66 
When ourced by Slrephon, what, &c. 68 
With cunff.il pipe anJ merry glee 69. 

Wiicn Plifltluis begin* jiirt to peep o'er, 4cc. 71 
W«atft*ic..f.ifecanbefj bleft 78 

When ptiinrofe fweet bedecks the year 82 

Whi.rt a c;»ptivc to your charms S8 

Wiian J-.ve was rcfiiv'd to create, &Ct 90 

Wnoe'er with curious c>e has rang'd 92 

When lovrjy woinaii (loupk to fully 94 

While Uacpy in my native Und 97 

Would you with her you love bebleft 105 

Wh.4t me^ns th^t trnJer figh, my de^r 111 
When Orpheus went d »wn, Sec, 117 

Why Hiould we of huaible ftate ji3 

What iViil dues dear Lucy's dlfJain 133 

We'll diink and we'll never have done bo)l 235 
—Why will Fl«/rella, when I g«ie 142 

Why, Damon, wilt thou ftiive in vain 147 
Where focial mirth with pleafure reigns 152 
Where, iJOKif, is that fuo 0/ repofe 158 

W/je/i /jreci/om tra> 6ani/b*d /rem, &c« leo 
W.-jcii mi^h.y roa{i.t>tc*\ &c. iS 7 

IVhen 6.111 Uw Chi^e, i pi«/d fora kifi 171 



Song 

When I behold that angel-fwe 195 

When C: lia dwells on f U>riu*s charint 196 

What think you, my maftcrs, tec* 202 

When I was a yuurg one, &c. 209 

. When my hero in court appe^n 210 

When late I wandered o*er the plain 223 

When the young Chloe's rifing charmt 226 

While d^ux ti» p eafe the ladies write 231 

W-hy, my Cmaiu, fo blithe and clever 254 

When Hubbtnol iutieatei Doll 263 

Welcome, welcome, brother debtor 264 

Was Manny but a rural maid 7,6% 

When I beheld you all divine 269 

Waft, U Cupid 1' to Leander 280 

While fileotly I lov*dj nor dar*d 29c 

Would you taOe the perfume of the mora 29; 

When ^uitea young I'paik 29(9 

Woman? tbuughtlefs, giddy creature 299 

When her beams, ice, y>o 

When Bacchu»,jotiy god. Invites 3G4 

When all wa5 wrapt in dark midnight 305 

What's Jkll the pomp of gaudy couris 307 

Whil:): on thy dear bofom l)inf 3CS 

When Sappho tun'd rhe rapiur'd ftraiii 315 

Why fhouid I now, my love, complain 32^ 
When Atrn Achilles left the de'ci an band 3»f 

When hope was quite fiiifk in despair 33$ 

When you meet a tender creature 343 - 

When Fhiirs wati faithful, &c. 34!! 

Wfll mer, pretty nymph, ice, 3^ti 

Who has e'er been at Paiis, ice, 363 

What various expreflijns, &c. 366 

When love at fint approach is fees 37} 

Water parted from the fea 38^ 

Wlut tiio' the fun MNchoraws his ray 387 

What is beauty, when viitue*s away 390 

When flowVy meaJowsdeck the year 356 

With the man that I love, iec, 40S 

Where I as poor as wretch can be 4JX 

When late a tlmple, ruftic lafs 4I} 

When youth mature to manhood grew 429 

When the hand of poor Tummas, Ice. 430 

With Phillis IM trip o'er the meads 433 

Where new-mown hay, on winding Tay 443 

When Calliope and Ciio to Britain^s, Sec* 444 

When laft we parted on the plain 457 

What is he gone ! and can it be 464 

When a lodge of free-mafuns 465 

While the lads of the village, ice, ^jj 

What beauteous fcenes enchant my fight 47S 

Would you wiih o'er a maid to prevail 4^$ 

When beauty 00 the lover's (bul 486 

When I dr sin the the rofy bowl 50S 
When trees did bud, and fields were green 506 

When 1 entered my teens, ice. 510 

While others barter cafe for A ate 511 

While on earth's Toft lap defcending 517 

Would you a female heart infpire 510 

When real joy we mi fs 513 

When thy beauty appears 533 

When firfV the youth his fears furfook 536 

What a blockhead, Sk. 539 

WfkiiftI gareoQ Chloe, trembling 5C3 

Where vw« x%\\ «,\vcv%» U.t» 4*% 
W \ien \>\a<kit% ^V i^ \\vt OtwttV. tA ««i^ S-\^ 
W\ve n OUT \Clt ii *% '\v\ \A«ktcv» U^« ^ 

1 W\kciiak>a\.>aa\^4^.;ft»fci^v^^^s^^^ 



INDEX. 



Song 
5S6 
5«7 

601 
615 
617 
J35 

650 

6C2 

665 
669 

670 

«74 
67S 

679 
6S5 
694 

701 

707 

718J 



Whit irarious teTourt <ff ck tlie bo¥^ 
With Phi nil 1 fdughCy &^. 
When captainicourageoofy Sec, 
When gentle Celh firft ! kn^wf 
When once I %^th Philtida fh'ayM 
When Delia on the plain appeari 
Wiih youT Wife, Sir, nt'cr difpute 
When Mnlly fmiies beneath her cow 
When peace here* wai reigrting 
When bright Aurelia tript the plaln^ 
Why we lore, and why Wc hate 
What*$ fweeter than the new-blowor rofc 
With Phcebus I often avofe 
While her chanrs my thoughts employ 
While others ftrip the neW-fairn fnowa 
WhtfrevirnieeDcirclef the fair 
What tho* the bloom of fpring !• gone 
tVhen vapoun o*er the meadowi d!t 
With Phebc wherever I go 
When Fanny to woman is growing apace 
What my good fire bequeathe me, fte* 
While others, on pleafure*!, &c. 
Whilft 1 am caroufing, to chearup my A)ul 721 
When Arthur ftrfl in court began 729 

While en my Culln*s kmee I fit 732 

When difcord ceai'*d« &c. 740 

Well, if r contin-.ie hut in the fame mind 747 
Where fhall I fceli my fav'rite maid 750 

Wiiy fl«cps mv foul ! my love, arifc 754 

Withoiit thinking on*t, &c. 756 

When merit is Aefl>ngy &c. 760 

When firft br fond Damon, &c. 7C4 

^hen firft Vanelu*s blooming face 767 

When the dear cauff ofall my pain 772 

While the bee fiiei from bloHbm, &c. 774 
With Phillis I ftrayM, &c. 775 

Why fteals from my b^fom the figh 780 

Whateaquifite'pleafuie 783 

When Placinda^s bcautif s appear 786 

What tho*my lover has got no pe!f 792 

While thefe clofe walls &t. 70 ^ 

When /far\ibt (fid bloHbrn, &c. 813 

Why fhinei the moon with filv^r ray 821 

Why, crud creature, wl'y fo bent 825 

Was lorra fwect pafliarn, &c. 827 

Wh?le harmony's echo rcfounaa 820 

What p!cafure 1 fee!, &c. 83c 

When I behold, at vernal licc 831 

Wlicn firft my dear laidie, &c. 844 

W)ie!1 fcuiprur'd urns, and floried fomTM* S5J 
When firft 1 faW my Delia's f:»ce 867 

>Vhen Jemmy flrft b^gan to love 872 

Wlicn I fee my Strephon langai/h 873 

When Fanny'I dwy Sec, 876 

What f4te attends the blufbimg rofe 879 

Within a cool and pleafant ftridr 893 

When the morning peeps forth, &c. 896 

What beauty does Flora difcjoie ^6 

When fixft the tow'ring mountains rofe 925 
Wliere the jefTimlne fwcetfos the bowV 231 
Where II pleafure? tell me wheie 933 

Would fou the charming queen of lovt ^^7 
Would you obti'in the gentle fair 941 

We all to conquering bcputy bow 95^ 

l^e/i the hf't^ht god of day 

when FUv'u h prefent, hvw f>wift\y, kc. 



$ohf 

Wh^n fairies dance roan^ on tfie green loii 

When young and irtleA as the lamb 1C13 

Where the blithe bee her honey fips ior6 ^ 

Whene'er I Silvfa meet, Set* 1024 

Will yootreir how once repining 1025 

Where vanity goTcmt the hreaft 1030 

Why will you plague rise with your pam 1035 

WlUi Phillit how oft have I ftray*d i04f 
When Britain's queen on Albion's fbrdod 1050 « 

When firft I (i^ the grncefut mbid 10^7 

When larks forfake thefiow*ry plain Z071 

When firft you wno'd me td comply 1073 

While! figh*d with idle cat^ 107; 

Whilft on fr>rbidden fniit I ^re 10:;^ 

With eartv horn faints the mom " 1091 

When bright Roxana treads the gr«h 1108 

When ^nlle Harridr firft I faW jiij 

When as in fair Jerafalem 1115 

When* charming Teraminta fings ^ iiit 

While in ttebower with beauty bleft 1119 

When here,^ Lucinda, firft we cam* 1120 

Would you tafte the noontide air 1135 

What charms does my Laura difclofc 1145 

Who has e^CT been at dafdock, &c. 1169 

What ! put off with one denial 1171 

When firft I foy^ht fair Cxiia'a love 1172 

Wine, wine in the miming 11^6 

Well met, jolly fellows, welt met 11S9. 

Wlien ail the Attic fiie was fied 1190 

When lovers for favours petition 1193 

When Flora decks th* mantling bowers X199 

When the rofe is in bud, Jlc. X2ii 

Why wi*l Delia thus retire 1210 

What fadnefs rrigns over liie plain 121S 

We have no iol* prating 1223 

Waft me, {time fofc and cooling breeie IZ24 

Why will you my paflion rei>«ovc 1225 

When Fanny, bl«>Ortiing tair 1247 "" 

When ificfe.s Kang by the wall 1248 

WhenChloc we ply 1249 

When ^Mi\t\ pv*^, and viqlcts blue 1253 

Whene'er I meet my Celia'seyes 1255 

Wine, wine, is stone the brifk, &c. 1261 
Wheh Britain Hri^, at F-leaven'a command 126&. 

Wniift Scirephoii on f ir Chloe hung 2273 

Y. 

Ve fwaini who inhabit the green . 3 

Ye fw-ins that iufult o'er my woe j^* 

Ye fffortfmen draw near, &'c. 3^ ^ 
Ye fair m'arrryd d'ames, who fo often, &c. 3^ 

Ye lords and ye ladies who f >rm, &c. 4^ 

YV fiiepherds, who ftrajr with my I'wain 7^ 

Ye gods, ye gave to me a wife 85 

Young Damon, with feducing art 89 

Ye fair, be aJvis'd by a friend ' ^g 

Ye warblers, while Strephon I mourn log 

Ye fair, portcfi'd of evVy charm xso 

Young Colli) to oi|f cottage came 139 

Young virgins love p'eafure 146 

Ye nymphs, *tis true to Colin's ftrain 15- 

Ve%, Vt^\Tv\«iNt, \K*t\\x\iQ>» 17^^ 

\i. wm%^^ \tTvaT\U ^^ xXvt >k^\A \\x» 



INDEX. 



Song 
'eluy *t7s at length too plain 23s 

;ins attend 235 

Colin proceftt Vm hit joy, &c« 265 
eful nine, tny fong infpire 298 

iphi and ye fliepherds that join, &c. 321 
tals whom trouble asd forrow, &c. 325 
tab whom fancies and troubles, &c. 351 
t and ye Ufl*e«, who bloom, &c. 392 
Arabeil;!, mama's care 409 

e» and beaox, attend my fong 414 
! politicians, who*ie never content 432 
ix and ye wira 438 

s, that round fair Celii wait 467 

Jockey, who teix'd me, &c. 472 

btrephon, a (hepherd. Sec, 479 

Colin was the bonnieft Twain 480 

Phillis one morning a maying. Sec 494 
f at your feet th^t I wept, Itcc. 509 
rs, that gently wave the Tea 514 

>herds, fo jocund and gay '561 

:in powers, defend my heart 
tie ga!es, that fan the air 
ulvia is like Venus fair 
Damon and Chloe were mutually, &C.7 
'-fac*d Tons of the rich purple, Sec. 715 
Strephon, the artiefs^ Sec. 
: honeft Brifons, ^%ho love, &c. 
Chloe, once the gayeft maid 
>herds, adhere to my woe 
Polly was the bliiheff maid 
iherds and nymphs of the plaint 
ds to whom Colin coinpiaint 
Colin fidsing near the mill 



646 
656 
659 



742 
763 
784 
802 
816 
847 
851 
866 



Srnig 

Yon fay flie*s fair ; *tis no roc1> matter 869 
Ye virgins of Britain, who wifely. Sec. 88t 
You know that our fncient. Sec, 8S5 

Ye beaux and ye belles pray attend. Sec, %%i 

Y« verdant woods, andchryAal ftreams 92a 
Ye chearful virgins, have ye feen 950 

Ve £9ngftef| fiom ev'ry tree 935 

Young Thyrfis, ye ihepherds, is gone 942 
Yes, all the world wiUfure agree 961 

You that love mirth, s(ttendto my fong 962 
Young Daphne was the prettieft maid 984 
Ye beltes, and ye flirts, and ye pert, Sec* 986 

You talk of your we^thy poflcfiion icos 

Ye nymphs, who to the throne of love lozi 

Yes, Damon, yes, I can approve 10 la 

Ye (kepherds, what words can exprefs J032 

Ye grave, fober mortals, ye fons, &c. lo^t 

You gave me latl week a young linnet X060 

Yes, faireft proof of beauty's power 1084 

Ye fair, who Ihine thro' Britain's ifle X092 

Ye gentle nymphs, And generous dames 109S 

Ye birds, for whom J rear'd the grove 1133 
Ye (hcpherds and nymphs that adorsi, Sec. 2151 

Young 1 am, and yet uoikiird 1 1 54 

Ye happy fwains, whofe hearts arc free xi6o 

Ye little loves that round, her wait ii6a 

Ye (hepherds, give ear &o my lay iiS) 

Ye font of freedom ! hail the day uio 

You may ceafe to complain isti- 

Ye woods and ye mountains unknown 1231 

Young Jockey fought tuy heart to win 1235 

Yes, Strephon* yes, thefe charms, Sec, 1266 

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